Hope turned eight months old and decided walking was for babies who couldn't teleport, which meant I spent approximately six hours a day chasing my daughter through dimensional shortcuts while she giggled like it was the best game ever invented.
Spoiler: it was not the best game ever invented. It was exhausting and occasionally terrifying when she teleported into places she shouldn't be, like the armory or the war room or that one time the alliance vault where we kept dangerous magical artifacts.
"She's testing boundaries." Riven's patient assessment after the vault incident where Hope had teleported in, grabbed a cursed amulet, and teleported back out before the wards could even register her presence. "It's developmentally appropriate."
Developmentally appropriate. Right. Except most eight-month-olds tested boundaries by refusing vegetables, not by bypassing supernatural security to steal cursed objects.
