Flying Tiger listened carefully to her father's words, obediently nodding her head, even though she understood everything Flying Eagle was saying.
The wind howled around them, like an elegy for the impending farewell.
Her gaze was focused and firm, not wanting to miss a single word or expression from her father.
She listened very earnestly.
This might be her last chance to hear her father's words.
She bit her lower lip, sadness and reluctance intertwined, struggling to hold back her tears.
Flying Eagle repeated his words many times, until he himself was unsure of what he was saying, and only then did he close his mouth.
"Alright, that's it." He patted Flying Tiger's head, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue and helplessness.
"Let's go eat." He tried to lighten his tone, but the slight tremble in his voice betrayed his inner turmoil.
He'd said everything he needed to, and now he just wanted to have a good meal with his daughter.
