#Mhaslona Aermagynnwyn

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Prompt #29: shotgun

Words: 218 | Day 29: Paternal

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“Maaaa,” Kroemsath calls, over the clatter of the wheels. “Thosi won’t stay still! She’s gonna fall out!”

“No I’m not!” Thosinund shouts. Just to prove it, she scrambles from her spot at the back of the cart to a new one at the front. “See? I’m fine—aagh!” A bump in the road bounces the cart and throws her momentarily off balance.

Pa’s shoulder is right there, though, and Thosi catches herself on him. “I’m fine,” she repeats, triumphant. “Right Pa?”

Wheidoen groans. “Thosi, please, sit down. You almost did fall there.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

“Enough of that,” Ma cuts in from the driver’s seat, not turning around. “I can’t have any of you falling out now. We still have another half-bell before we get to your Aunt Syhrael’s house.”

Thosi puts a foot up on the edge of the cart, one hand on her hip, and raises an imaginary sword in the other. “I don’t fall out of anywhere. I’m the pirate queen!”

At this point Pa turns round from his seat next to Ma and smiles at his daughter. “Well, how would you like to sit up in the prow, then?”

Thosi grins wide. “Good idea, first mate.”

He scoops her into his arms and settles her on his lap, as the family cart drives on.