#Girldad rafayel sounds like fun although I didn't have a gender in mind when I started writing

[unlucky-xiao-hailuo]

Child of a Sea God

Rafayels child never cried. It made you nervous at first. While other mothers in baby groups complained about their children keeping them up, you found you had slept better than you ever had before.

It was like she knew she needn't yell. That all she need do was gurgle softly to gain her father's undivided attention. Even in dead sleep, he would check the crib next to the bed. One hand on her belly to feel the rise and fall of her chest. An innate understanding between the two that seemed to need no verbal communication.

A strange little creature you had made together. So conscious of the ebb and flow of things around her. Her curious eyes locking on whatever moved nearby.

You wondered if Rafayel had been this still before he had learned to dance his way through situations. Before he learned to hide what he was.

She moved grace. Determined to stand tall on wobbly legs. All pride, like her Father. Stubborn and moody in her attentions until she would suddenly still, head turned toward the horizon as if hearing some distant call. The interest passing as soon as it had appeared.

Readying the house for an approaching typhoon. The small creature toddled after you onto the patio. Keen eyes, watching as you battened down and put away lawn furniture. As you turn to tell her to go back inside before he rain hits, you freeze. Watching her eyes widen as she stares down the distant wall of rain.

Her expression extatic despite the pearls dropping down onto the patio. Each plink silenced by the electricity of the approaching storm. Open mouthed as she took gulps of salt air. Tiny arms tensed and fingers twitching as if a captain at the helm of each cresting wave. Almost gleeful in the force of every gust. Not quite of land, not quite of sea. Your daughter was the approaching storm itself. Joyous in its cacophony.