Fantasy novels tend to have father figures who divulge advice, usually garbled with mysteries and prophecies, and then die tragically. In my novels I don't always dispose of my characters' parents. Sometimes I keep them around so I can explore the relationships.
In this scene from Savage Storm, Cruce has come home for the summer after his first seasons of militia training and combat patrols on the frontier. Cruce's father Zehn did not agree with Cruce joining the militia, but perhaps many months of separation will have softened his attitude.
Across the hall, Cruce heard the familiar roll of his father’s wheelchair. He jumped up and his spurs jingled as he rushed out of the room. Viv was pushing Zehn, but she stopped when Cruce appeared. She thought it best to pause and let father and son have their moment of reunion.Upon seeing Zehn, Cruce wanted to embrace him and nearly cry with happiness as he had with his mother and sister, but something held him back. He had seen a flash of genuine joy and relief in his father’s sunken eyes, but it had quickly been extinguished by his stubborn animosity toward Cruce’s militia career.“Father,” Cruce said hesitantly.“Welcome home, Cruce,” Zehn said and as he lifted his hands some of his hostility melted.Cruce rushed over to him and gave him a tentative hug. “How have you been?” he asked.Zehn patted his son’s cheek. “That’s a stupid question, son,” he said.Cruce nodded, a little embarrassed. Of course his father had not been well. Straightening, he stepped aside so that Viv could push Zehn into the parlor.
May all fathers and their children remember to let their disagreements fade.
Happy Father's Day. May your children rain gifts upon you and stay out of your wallets for 24 hours.
Savage Storm: Rys Rising Book II by Tracy Falbe