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Vincento sat and watched as his daughter rattled her weapon off the little stuffed dummy time and time again. The smile on her face bringing a faint glimpse of his own to light.

"You remind me of your mother when she trained... Was quite a sight to see. Uh, keep the point down for that move, aim low."

This was her time, she enjoyed the training sessions her father gave her when he was home, so exciting to learn new things and move. Combat was serious out in the world, but in here it was just and excuse to swing her favourite wooden sword around without getting into trouble.

She looked at him sitting there, ever watchful. He met her look and nodded, and she went back to her practice.

She knew it was to help her in the future, and that he was looking out for her, but there was something else there. The side of him the world knew, and that Mother knew.

The protector, the soldier, the Dragonborn.

Maybe someday he'll tell her the stories of the war. The fights and battles he was in, it all sounded so exciting. For now though, she was happy.

She had her father, her mother and a wooden sword. Nothing else mattered.