Title: The Glass
Author: naturalbluicons
Characters/Pairing: Azkadellia, Ahamo, Ambrose
Rating: G
Summary: Waxing philosophical?
Warning: None.
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man, I'm just playing in the Outer Zone
Word Count: 127
Notes: A silly unbeta’d drabble inspired by a t-shirt from my friends college. =)
"The glass is half empty," Azkadellia said as she surveyed what was left of the spring's wine.
"You sure? I'd call it half full." Ahamo smiled and ruffled his daughter's hair. She laughed, and he lifted the cup to take a drink, however at the sound of approaching footsteps he put it back down, both the consort and princess looking over their shoulders to see who approached.
"Hello, Ambrose!" Azkadellia said cheerfully.
"There you are. You were meant to be at your magic lesson at least twenty minutes ago." Ambrose frowned at her.
"Oh!" Azkadellia looked sheepish.
"Sorry, Ambrose, we were just, uh," He chuckled. "looking at the glass."
Brow furrowing, Ambrose looked between them at the cup.
"It's twice as big as it needs to be."