The young women keeps her focus on her target, or at least tries to. As long as she's been training under her father she's still a bit intimidated by him, not because he was frightening per se, but he was uncompromising as an instructor. There were times that she had wondered if he was more strict with her as a student because she was his daughter. Much like her father she possessed blond hair, but much paler, a platinum blond, hair hanging to the small of her back, although it's currently tied in a long tail to keep it from getting in the way. Gray eyes focused on the target, not wishing to spare a glance to where her father stood, keeping her eyes on the animated tree before her. She was smaller then her father, her build lithe and graceful, although long hours under his instruction had given her a wiry strength to match her agility.<br/><br/>Fayne panted a bit, seeing her father dismiss the magic, ending the lesson. She could only hope she didn't make any novice mistakes out here, having progressed enough to at least avoid those. Still, he did compliment her a few times, didn't he? Maybe she was getting good...<br/><br/>A sheepish smile crosses her features as she feels him ruffle her hair, the smile becoming warmer as he takes her in his arms, her own arms moving around him "Thanks daddy" she says, teasing him a bit...hey, it's her birthday, so one time not calling him 'father' or 'sir' couldn't hurt...