<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/48741167a506332b94559bc28ab571a7.jpg)</div><strong>Tara Robinson/Rave</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1o3X2QIlovjgMJnXUe8RYlZNIkGTWTFr9wRUhckPBuAk/edit)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Edge:  0/3<br/><br/>Active Spells/Effects: <br/><br/>Damage:<br/>--Body 0  <br/>--Stun -4<br/></div></div><br/><br/>"I just wanted to talk to you, sir," Rave said, regular breaths relaxing her hair to it's calmest shade.  She rested her hands at her side, and loooked up a little at the man, letting him stay secure in the power of being taller than she.<br/><br/>“I've told Alicia several times that she's fortunate to have a father like you, a man with both the means and care to help her when she needs it.”<br/><br/>“You don't want to hear this right now, sir, but your daughter is twenty.  A person at that age needs a chance to find their own values, make their own decisions, and make their own mistakes.  Alicia's very lucky to have a father who will help her when she needs it.  She's also wise enough to know when she needs you, sir, and you wise enough to see when she is unable to ask for that help.<br/><br/>“Please exercise that wisdom, sir.  A flower kept in the dark withers and dies.”<br/><br/>Rather than put expectations of an answer on the proud man, she turned then and strode back towards the elevator, meaning to throw Alicia a wave as she past the limousine and then leave.