"When is Daddy coming home?"
Whenever Indra damned well pleases, and not a moment before. Aviarra suppressed a sigh, and left the thought unspoken. Durest wasn't what she would have wanted for a husband, but she thought he'd been as good to her as he could manage. It was just that the traitor-god Indra was his first love, and she and the children could never compete with that. So she set the last of the dishes aside and told her youngest daughter, "I dinnae know. Yer father's doin' important work for Indra, may his name be praised, and it'll take as long as it takes."
Tavra held up the crude hurling-axe she'd just finished forging. "But I wan' him tae see what Ah've done!"
"He will," Aviarra assured her. Possibly because I'll sink it into his forehead, especially if he lets anything happen to Vandraka. "Just ye wait, and dinnae worry."
"I just wish he'd come back," said Tavra. "I miss him. Everything was better when he was here."
Aviarra nodded. "We'll tell him as soon as he returns."
"Soon," insisted Tavra. "We'll tell him when he comes back soon."
"When he comes back soon," Aviarra agreed.
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