"So, what did you want to talk about, Liam?" my father asked, looking at me curiously. He then took a seat on a couch made of fur and put on his glasses. "You don't normally come to me for advice. At times, I feel like there is another adult in the house," he joked.
For some reason, he had a huge grin on his face.
"I wanted to talk to you about a story you told us a while back," I said as I took a seat adjacent to his. "Do you remember the Wild Hunt?"
His eyes widened.
"The Wild Hunt? Why do you want to know about that?"
"I'm just a bit curious, nothing more."
My father accepted my answer at face value and nodded.
"Well, okay, then. I'm always happy to tell you about my work. What do you want to know?"
"Mainly who they are and what their purpose is," I answered.
