Dominic stared down at the tiny face, wrapped in a soft white blanket.
The first thing that he noticed, other than the shockingly blue eyes and blonde hair, were the small golden horn nubs on her head.
Unlike his own, they sat further back on the sides, and seemed to be designed to grow backward.
That would be convenient, as she could braid her hair around the horns, making them part of her style.
His daughter would never need to hide her lineage.
The blanket rustled, and Dominic saw small golden wings push up behind her head, right before the little one's face scrunched up and she sneezed fire.
Actual dragon fire.
Dominic laughed as he reached down and plucked his daughter out of the arms of the horrified Trollish midwife.
"Sorry about that. It used to happen to me as well. But on a positive note, I can only do it once a day, so it's unlikely to happen every time she sneezes."
