10-18-2018, 10:02 AM
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Keona moved behind her uncle quietly, blinking. Sounded like a kid, like her. Nonetheless, the fae's claws flexed, the fur on her neck rising. The once still wind flared to life around the tiny feline. "Go away." She just wanted to go home. Sick of all these Pittians pretending she was something that could be owned. Controlled. Pirates were free. The Fae were free. No more.
When Quill's voice reached her ears, she snapped. "Táimid ag dul abhaile!" Instinctively, the child attempted to slam both Quill and Bryn backwards with a harsh gush of air, trying to defend her uncle from the larger's attack. No thought involved, just feeling.
When Quill's voice reached her ears, she snapped. "Táimid ag dul abhaile!" Instinctively, the child attempted to slam both Quill and Bryn backwards with a harsh gush of air, trying to defend her uncle from the larger's attack. No thought involved, just feeling.
tá mé i dtiúin — ✯