Octavia didn’t really know what she was going to do when she sat in front of her father. She’d said what she needed to in the letter, and he didn’t get it. Crazy old man didn’t understand, he didn’t get it, he didn’t know what she meant and the girl was frankly frustrated out of her gourd by it. Octavia needed to do it all. She needed to do everything. He did everything, as the king of the place, or at least in her mind he should be. What kind of king didn’t know how to heal his subjects? What kind of king couldn’t hunt, couldn’t fight? What kind of king couldn’t interact with everyone else? In her mind, dad had to be perfect. Why would he be king if he wasn’t perfect? Duh.

The girl made her way across the ground, trying to find the area that was best travelled. He should know that place best of them all, so she would find it. Right. Octavia’s head was whirling a little bit, and she had herself pulled together right good. Right frickin fantastic. Tail wagging loosely, trying not to show that she was nervous, she called out for her father. Dad. Right, there was nothing to be worried about, Tesseract was her father, and he had to love her as such… why was she so nervous?