It took hardly a moment for Iris to find the right direction to look in, and when she did, her eyes went wide. The sight of him and the feel of him were unmistakeable, and in no time at all Iris was flying forward, almost as quickly as if her wings had been at her back.
Her list and the people around them forgotten, Iris threw her arms around his neck after launching herself at him. Her greeting had been much the same when she’d barely reached his knees, and her hold on him now was just as tight. Overcome with shock and joy, Iris could do nothing but hold him tight, any words she could have said trapped behind the wave of emotion she felt. Her father. Her father was here.