Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20141101030301/@comment-26198510-20150118193742

A few minutes later, Maeve came down the stairs, holding her daughter, Trident. The child yawned, then noticed Obsidian. She tilted her head curiously, then giggled as she reached out for Obsidian. Maeve walked over to Obsidian, noticing the couch was bent inward. She somewhat chuckled to herself, then spoke.

"This is my daughter, Trident."