captured [★] hymn for the missing

[SÉAMUS]

☠ I will not take this anymore; these words will never be ignored. you want a battle? here's a war —

The pirate often kept his eyes and ears out for Keona.  He'd say it was to be a dutiful uncle, or even perhaps to upshow his twin, and though that would have been true the first few days he'd been here... Moons later, he just found himself more prone to being fretful of the child's absenses.  She wandered; it was a fact.  More than once a day, Seamus spotted her, running about.  So when it had been a little while, he grew a little antsy.

Until he could not take it, and the faerie decided to make a quick run through the jungle.  Maybe she had wandered off to the Coliseum again.  Or found the temple or... The rusty-spotted cat furrowed his brow as he tasted the air.  His claws flexed subconsciously, digging into the dirt.  No.  Not Sibeal. The Pitt had not exactly impressed him before, not with the pitiful display of a raid a short time ago.  It had, however, get his attention, and now it had grown tenfold.  Into fury and cunning.  He knew where he was going, as soon as possible. "Beidh siad brón orm." He already had a few thoughts in mind.

He had to find Kian first.  He needed to know.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #009E60; font-size: 15px;"]— SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁN ☠

#psychosocial.