Her nose was already running, a tiny, snotty bubble forming at her nostril.
"P-Papa?" she whimpered, her voice cracking into a high-pitched, devastated squeak. "We... we aren't going? Did I do something bad? Am I in trouble?"
"By the Light, no!" Sir Gallahan panicked, dropping to his knees so fast his kneecaps audibly cracked against the floor. He desperately began rummaging through his pouches, pulling out anything shiny. "My Lady, please! Look! A silver coin! Look at the shiny coin! It has the Emperor's ugly face on it! Please don't cry!"
"I don't want the ugly coin," Seraphina sobbed, burying her face into the side of Kaelus's thick leather coat. She rubbed her wet, snotty nose directly into the expensive, imported material, leaving a prominent, glistening snail-trail of toddler despair across his thigh. "I wanted a draaaagon!"
Sir Boris, the seven-foot mountain of muscle, looked absolutely frantic.
