Disclaimer: Legend of the Seeker belongs to Terry Goodkind and all the grand high mucky mucks of ABC. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money was made from this. Any similarity to any story not my own is a coincidence. And all of this amounts to: just playing around here, please don't sue. *wry grin*

Title: A Full Measure of Our Love
Genre: Legend of the Seeker; fluff; Richard & Kahlan family
Rating: G
Timeline: After the end of the series; so spoilers for Tears
Author's Notes: Written for a challenge at legendland This is the challenge version. The prompt was scars

A Full Measure of Our Love

"There you are my little nightwisp," Richard said, bending down to tickle the child sitting on the lowest step of the stairs. She giggled, then squealed happily as he swooped her up and hugged her.


Richard grinned and placed the squirming child back down. She immediately went back to her study of the small, shallow marks that had been etched into the wall. She ran curious little fingers over each one as Richard settled himself behind her.

"Daddy, I think you should measure me again," Allegra said.

"We just measured you last month," her father replied, tracing his own finger lovingly over the most recent mark. "On your naming-day."

"But I've grown Daddy," the child countered.

"Oh, you have, have you?" Richard asked, amusement making his voice a soft sort of rumble.

Allegra nodded quite seriously and rose to place her back to the wall.

"See, Daddy."

Richard smiled and lay his hand flat atop her dark curls. He made a show of eying the last measurement and where his hand was held in relation to it. Without looking down, he tapped his other hand against the side of his daughter's left foot. Slowly, she settled her feet flat to the stair.

"Well..." Richard drawled. "I think you may be right little nightwisp."

Allegra grinned happily.

"I told you, Daddy," she replied proudly before whirling around, her riotous curls brushing against her father's face as she did so. She ducked down and retrieved a small dark charcoal from the stair. When she turned again, she held it out to her father before pressing herself tightly to the wall and squeezing her eyes shut.

Richard laughed a little, and marked a small line no more than an inch above the highest one. Then he waited for his daughter to stand aside before carefully using his knife to etch through the lime plaster and down to the white stone beneath. Next, he made the small swirling circle-sun shape that was the symbol of her name and marked a small seven next to that. Finally, he smoothed off the rougher edges and blew the loose, white dust away.

Allegra clapped her small hands and waited for her father to sheath his knife before settling herself in front of him on the stair. She ran a careful finger over the newest scar in the otherwise smooth wall as Richard dropped a small kiss to the top of his daughter's head.

"Mommy says that love grows and grows and grows," Allegra said finally. "She says that's why you measure me."

The child dropped her hand and tilted her head up to look at her father.

"Is that true, Daddy?"

Richard smiled. "Yes my little nightwisp."

"And Mommy says that loves leaves marks on us all... on everyone and everything."

Allegra waited for her father's nod and then suddenly reached to guide his hand up to the wall. With all the serious concentration that only a seven year old could have, she traced his hand with her charcoal. Next to that, she traced her own small hand.

"I love you too, Daddy..."