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Dragon sighed.
He looked around his family, assembled at the dinner table, watching him, then sighed again.
In retrospect, he should’ve expected this. For all the trouble Drago had gotten himself into, at least half of it was led by Jaxon – his daughters were fully capable of turning his hair grey by themselves. There was the ‘pet Zeus sewer rat’ incident (‘to remind us of home’), the ‘trying to break into Danae Off-World’ incident (‘Percie left something back at the clan hall, we were just fetching it’), and now this.
‘History?’
Everyone around the table flinched, seeming to expect a torrent of outrage. Completely unwarranted! Well, mostly unwarranted. Well…
‘Yes, Father’ Dracia replied, sticking her chin up defiantly. ‘You know I didn’t enjoy Military school, I want to see what civilian life is like. I’ve already prepared my application and I’ll be sending it in tomorrow.’
He sighed again. While Persephone took after her mother, Dracia was almost as stubborn as her namesake, albeit quieter. The warning looks Madrigal and Drago were shooting him made it clear they would be backing her up, Military Honour Child or not. Clan council would too, she would hardly be the first honour child to not go Military. At least it would keep her safe. Deciding to give in gracefully (or as gracefully as possible), despite the feelings that a Tell child going to Earth arose in him, he smiled (grimaced) at her.
‘If you’d like another set of eyes to look over your application before you send it off to University Zeus, I’d be more than happy to help’
Guilty looks were exchanged. Dragon pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off a headache.
‘University Nagual?’
‘Chaos no!’
Dragon sighed with relief, he had no wish for his family to get any closer with his in-laws, not after the incident with Drago when he was younger. While he tried to remain cordial with them, he could never forgive, or forget their treatment of his eldest child. Speaking of him, Drago was making encouraging gestures towards his little sister, encouraging her to spit it out. As usual, Dragon had conflicting feelings seeing his son interact with his little sisters. He was glad they were close, but could never forget that they were near the same age as the lost Jarra. If not for Jaxon’s selfishness, would Dracia and Persephone be as close with their cousin as Drago was with Jaxon?
Pulling his mind back to the situation at hand, Dragon turned back to Dracia to ask where she thought she’d be going, half dreading the answer.
‘University Asgard’