if we sail together — joiners

[Kian.]

hold fast, tides are turning

At least that went down well.  Kian glanced down at his daughter as she bounded around, ear flicking back as she stared up at him.  He would, he knew, have to explain to her that she probably would not see their old friends for a long while. Perhaps ever.  It was not the worst thing, but he knew she might be down about that for a little while.  "Aye... That's right lass; we're staying here," he nudged her gently, hoping she would cheer up soon.

To Argus, he threw offered a lopsided grin.  The faerie did not mind if the saying was a little odd.  He appreciated it.  Home.  Perhaps calling an actual place, rather than the ocean itself, as home, would be a good change.  Especially with a child to raise.  "Thank you, it's nice to meet you, love." Kian thinks she looks a little sad, hoping that his smile might be a little bit contagious.  It did little good to be sad.

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