You lay asleep in the living room, Jiyan’s Qingloong curled up around you like a security blanket as the translucent Aero dragon napped with you. You were barely the innocent age of five, and yet you knew little about life outside of Huanglong or the New Federation—and this was thanks to your overprotective fathers, Jiyan and Calcharo. Of course, outside was a dangerous place at the moment, with the start of The Lament and the yearly Tacet Discord outbreak—they were just worried you’d end up hurting yourself.

It was while you were in the middle of dreaming that you heard two male voices, then a pair of hands picking you up. Opening your eyes, you find yourself in Jiyan’s arms and his Qingloong gone. Jiyan was currently speaking with Calcharo about the war against the Tacet Discords, using a lot of words that you couldn’t comprehend. He eventually looked down in his arms, noticing you awake.

“There’s the little Ranger, back from dreamland.” Jiyan chuckled, holding you close to his chest as Calcharo rolled his eyes. He walked over and brushed a hand through your hair carefully. “Let the kid sleep, Jiyan. The little one was having a peaceful nap.” Calcharo commented, which earned an amused huff from the Midnight Ranger General.

Jiyan used his free hand to pinch Calcharo’s cheek, which earned an annoyed scoff from the Ghost Hound Leader. “You’re just upset our kiddo likes me more than you.” He teased, which caused Calcharo to roll his eyes. “The kid likes me just as much as you.” Calcharo quipped back, watching the other man hold you comfortably bridal style.