captured [★] hymn for the missing

[Kian.]

KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN

So bring on all the monsters, That lie sleeping in the blue
I'll fight 'em all bare handed, Screaming I ain't scared of you

Kian would be lying if after the raid, he had not been a little more antsy.  The faerie had been a fretful father enough before, but with worries about the Pitt being so eager on the offensive, he was slowly turning towards overdrive.  If she wouldn't have dispised him for it, he might've just locked Keona up in his hut for a few days.  Her restless nature would have been the death of them both.  He's not sure if the two of them could have made it a day like that.  Nonetheless, he had hoped to see her stay in his, or - to his suspicion - Seamus' line of sight.  Hope was a fickle thing.  Futile in the face of the merciless world.

The energized minnow was nowhere to be seen on the bay, nor the ship.  Not the hut either.  Before long, he was pacing back and forth besides the turtle statue in the sand; Keona often came back here, didn't she?  When he saw his twin disappear into the trees, he could not take it anymore.  A moment later he was chasing after his brother, his stomach churning.  He had a bad feeling in his gut today.  Seamus keeps an eye on her in the jungle, he reminded himself, gritting his teeth, he knew where she went; he was probably talking to her now.

Kian found that was not the case however. "Deartháir?" He did not like the look in his eyes.  Something dangerous was lurking in his twin's mind.  Schemes.  Bold plans.  Hesitantly, he crept closer, inhaling slowly, nostrils flaring.  His tail lashed a single time as he recongized Keona's trail and the Pitt.  No blood.  No blood, Kian.  They did not kill her. But they took her.  They took his daughter.  His only child.  Crestfallen, the faerie slumped beside the stream, taking in the last trace of his girl before whoever had caught her took her away.  Haliaka is gone, isn't that enough?  He should never have joined pirates.  Should have gone somewhere outside of any faction... It would've been better... Yet, Kian had wanted to the closeness of the sea, the comradship of a crew.  So here they landed.  Now she was taken by an enemy.

I won't allow it. He took in a slow breath, returning to his paws.  The gleam in his sea-green eyes was cold. "I know that look, Séamus.  We must act rationally." He was not so sure he wanted to know what devious plans he was hatching; they would not be pretty.  In his mind's eye, he remembered the flame and flood of his twin's rage at the death of their parents.  A living nightmare for those - and those Séamus saw as - responsible.  He did not understand the fury now; Keona, had been, he was sure, another target in his twin's eyes.  An asset to obtain; leverage against Kian.  Kian had known full well of his twin's affections and jealousy, even before Keona was born. "We need to tell the rest of the crew." Please listen.

"Caithfimid cúram a thabhairt ar seo le chéile." That was the point of a crew; someone was there to watch your back.

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