Kian was distinctly aware his daughter had gone missing. It was beginning to become a common trend with her, thus he was very unimpressed and unsurprised. With a weary sigh - perhaps they should have stayed with his crew on a boat, where she couldn't go missing every hour - he started following the scent trails left behind. It seemed another youngster had escaped the nursery as well. At least that made the trail stronger.
" This was an unusually far distance. Hopefully, nothing had happened. Butterflies fluttering in his stomach, he kept going until the gate was in sight, faltering as he stepped out of the forest. He knew that voice. That face. It was the same as his own. He very nearly choked on his own breath, his paws skidding. "Keona,
" he did not hide the warning in his tone.
With a light frown dusting his maw, he narrowed his eyes at his double, tail twitching nervously. The twins had always had a complicated relationship. Good friends at first, light enemies, shakey allies. There was only so much Kian would accept before he snapped. His twin had a habit of taking things that were not his last he remembered, and he was not interested in playing his games this time around. "Ní fhaca mé le fada thú. Are you joining, Sea?
" Despite his light voice, he raised a weary brow in silent - if not suspicious - questioning. "'Suppose I ought to welcome you to the Typhoon then.
"What's your game this time, brother? And should I be worried?
Moreso, he fretted for Keona. His brother was not the best influence, though he was not necessarily... Horrible
. There were certainly worst people out there, but Séamus... Was not trustworthy, as far as Kian was concerned. Yet, he knew his brother was a family man, perhaps it would not be so horrible for Keona to have an uncle around. God knows his older brother would never follow them out here.
With a polite nod to Lucifer, glad someone had beaten him here, else his daughter would've been alone with her uncle far too long for his liking, he turned to Keona. "I'll take Sibeal from here, thank you Lucifer, an' I'll see you later, deartháir. We have much to catch up on.
" he decided, ear twitching. His tone perfectly implied he was going to have a discussion
with the child, although he was less certain on how much it would be about the issue of sneaking out rather than the sudden appearance of a member of their thus far rather small family.