Beware the man who looks harmless but has the gaze of ice, fire and iron.
Their ire can end worlds.
Vidya the wise.
NARA
5 years ago (6)
The tent shifted as my father stepped through the entrance, his broad shoulders casting long shadows against the flickering firelight. I lay still on my bed, already dressed in my sleeping clothes, the blankets pulled up to my chin, trying to look as innocent as I could manage. He stood there for a moment, unmoving, his gaze sweeping over me, taking in my carefully composed expression before drifting around the room.
He wasn't just looking. He was searching.
His eyes moved slowly over the wooden chest in the corner, half-open, revealing a glimpse of old tunics and the carved wooden trinkets I'd collected from the traders who came to trade. My favorite one, a small wolf carved from ash wood, sat on top, staring up at him as if guarding my secrets. His gaze passed over it without a second thought.
