RAISE HELL --- keona, quill, bryn

[SÉAMUS]

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Seriously? Séamus had never hated running into a child more than he did in that moment.  The endfield's eyes darkened, a stray spark of electricity flying off his scarlet fur.  "Am I to assume you're threatening a clanmate?" He inquired icily.  "Use your nose, kid." The Fae could care less if the girl did or didn't care he was a "Pittian", he didn't take well to threats.  Whatever.  Doesn't matter now.

"Please do," the vulpine growled, "run to your father before I get angry.  If you think I'll let you threaten me and my niece, you're. Dead. Wrong."

Stay behind me, Sibi.  She can move earth. Séamus scowled, fluffy tail swaying.  His talons flexed.  "Leave. Go about your own business." For added measure, he tried turning the words into a mental suggestion.  The girl did not frighten him but she was increasing the threat of being caught tenfold.  No matter.  He felt certain he could fight his way out if the desert, so long as the whole of the Pitt didn't get involved.  Still.  He had Keona to protect.  To get home.

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"word of mouth there's a snake in the garden" —-- Séamus Ó Faolán