Who: Elfé and Veld
When: Today, right after Elfé's voice post.
Location: Kalm, Veld's doorstep
Rating: PGish? Family angst for sure
Summary: Veld finds his daughter on his doorstep in Kalm.
Years of retirement had not broken Veld of many habits. He still woke up, put coffee on the first thing and checked his phone for messages. He had been keeping up with the news and rumors as well as he could in Kalm, just in case. Perhaps it was his bad habit of not being able to let go of things, but Veld still looked after them the best he could.
But morning routine was forgotten when he heard a noise at the front door, as if someone was waking up. If someone was as his door, there was most likely a reason why. Coffee was placed down, one hand moving to his gun, out of instinct as he moved to the door, poised. Once a Turk, always a Turk after all.
The door was opened slowly, and the gun was released as he knelt down, hardly believing who he saw there.
"Felicia..."