06-11-2018, 07:09 PM
☠ Seamus was well in his element, smoothly stepping into the room; picture-perfect elegance and confidence. The tall Irishman dressed in all black, and no, the cape was not too much, thank you. Every step was accompanied by the clicking of the heels of ebony boots as he tailed, not unlike a menacing shadow, his niece. He understood she was uncomfortable, not fond of these events, but protective as he and her father was, there was no argument.
Aside from having truly royal blood, most Faolain's had a talent for music. Quite a bit of Seamus' wealth specifically came from being a notable composer, and he imagined his twin got quite a lot from his musical talents as well. He had high hopes for Keona too. Speaking of whom, he still couldn't believe she had won the argument and brought along Tara. The dog no doubt was an eye-puller, but at least Keona had a spark in her eyes, making up for the clear fact she was out of her element.
"Ná bí ag breathnú chomh scanrúil,," he teased with a chuckle, leaning down to make up for the drastic height difference. He doubted anyone was actually intimidated by her. The dog on the other hand... Perhaps. "They don't bite. Well, not all of 'em." Seamus hopes that the young girl could make a friend, or at least find someone to socialize with. He didn't plan on hovering over her shoulder all night, though it was tempting. At least then he knew how she was doing, but he imagined he was somewhat overbearing uncle sometimes.
Aside from having truly royal blood, most Faolain's had a talent for music. Quite a bit of Seamus' wealth specifically came from being a notable composer, and he imagined his twin got quite a lot from his musical talents as well. He had high hopes for Keona too. Speaking of whom, he still couldn't believe she had won the argument and brought along Tara. The dog no doubt was an eye-puller, but at least Keona had a spark in her eyes, making up for the clear fact she was out of her element.
"Ná bí ag breathnú chomh scanrúil,," he teased with a chuckle, leaning down to make up for the drastic height difference. He doubted anyone was actually intimidated by her. The dog on the other hand... Perhaps. "They don't bite. Well, not all of 'em." Seamus hopes that the young girl could make a friend, or at least find someone to socialize with. He didn't plan on hovering over her shoulder all night, though it was tempting. At least then he knew how she was doing, but he imagined he was somewhat overbearing uncle sometimes.
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