Fathers are busy Ranyin's face scrunched, maybe that was true for the girl. She knew what it looked like when a father was so busy that he wasn't there at all, and she didn't much care for the reminder. Haoran isn't my father, she corrected, though there was something defensive in the way she said it.

Her ears rose when the other girl finally gave her name. Téng Shuyan meant nothing to her, she had been kept far enough from Tianlong's wider affairs that imperial names and titles carried little weight when there was no face attached to them. But the question that followed did; Tsang. For the briefest moment, she hesitated. There was something tempting about simply saying yes. Haoran was a Tsang and she lived with him. Being one too would make everything simpler, and she liked the idea of calling him...dad. She'd never had a dad before.

But instead, her gaze dropped toward her paws. No, she admitted. Hua Ranyin, the name felt like evidence of something she didn't want explained. Her eyes wandered back toward the den before she added quietly and stubbornly, Haoran brought me here, though....I'm staying with him, she reaffirmed this, unsure if it was more for Shuyan or for herself.

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