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[Kian.]

ϟ Now he was really grating on his nerves.  Kian let out a low growl, tail slashing to-and-fro.  Before he could snarl back, Keona's voice stopped him in his tracks, chasing away every word.  Damn it.  The pirate opened his mouth, then slammed it shut, claws digging into the ground.  Haliaka wouldn't have let anyone pick on their daughter; she was too fierce for that.  But she's dead.

As far as he could tell, Keona had no concrete memory of her mother, but she still brought her up every once and a while. Just in time, too, to silence him.  Haliaka wouldn't want him yelling at someone near their daughter... No, she'd claw his eyes out if she was here.  "Yeah, I think she would, Sib... Manu is a name in her language, isn't it?  I think she'd like that." The kid had the right of it, he noted, breathing in quietly.  "Yer right; it's yours, so the only one whose opinion really matters here, is yours." Though he didn't say it, he hoped she heard the apology in his tone; he hadn't met to start a yelling match near her.

"I'm not gonna waste my breath arguing with you, mate," he decided, ears still flicked back. Especially since you're to thick headed anyway. "So thanks for your opinion, but we don't care." And why should we?  Kian couldn't pretend he was not still pissed, but he could take a step back if it was making Keona upset.