“You’re sure this is the path you want to take.”
She surveyed the crumbling goat-track down to the harbor cheerfully. “It looks solid enough.” The crisp salt air ruffled her hair and made her want to twirl.
“That is not what I meant.” She looked up. The disapproval had flattened him out like a toad. He was comically glum, as if he might melt into a puddle of sheer concentrated obloquy. She resisted the urge to pat him affectionately on the head.
“I’ll be back. You know I will.”
“I didn’t think you’d have to leave in the first place.” He folded his arms grouchily.
“You knew what she was when you slept with her,” she pointed out.
“She was –” he paused, visibly considered his audience, glared at her, and stopped. Beautiful? she supplied mentally. Charming? Naked? She snickered, then hastily wiped the laughter off her face and laid a hand on his arm.
“I’m not turning into a seal and swimming out to sea, I’m just hitching a ride on a ship for a while. I’m half hers, you can’t expect me to just sit around communing with the mountain for the rest of my life.”
The look on his brown face said that he could. He absolutely could expect that. His frown intensified and he became fractionally squatter. “It’s in our blood.”
She let out a sound that was half laugh and half sigh and put her arms around him. “I know it is, Dad. But the mountain will still be here when I get back.” The horn-hard hands reluctantly crossed her back to return the embrace.
He pulled back, gave her one final glare, and went stumping off, muttering incomprehensibly under his breath. She smiled at his retreating back before turning down the narrow track, scattering little rocks before her. “Love you too.” A seal’s head bobbed in the water below, following her with dark eyes. She winked at it and went tripping on down the path.
This week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge prompt asked for 33 to 333 words on the third definition of the word PATH (noun):
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