Varin tucked in his young daughter beneath the warm sheets of her bed. Her brown eyes looked up to her father, filled with energy and youth. “Papa,” she called, her voice small, “can you tell me the story of how Stella Nova was named again?”
Varin chuckled, “Again, my sweet child?
It was only yesterday that I told you.”
“But Papa, I want to hear it again!” the girl whined,
pulling the covers up to her face.