will they tell your story? — story patrol

[Kian.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN — sing me a symphony, one for the lost and in-between
Do something productive, Raziel said.  Stop being a helicopter.  The faerie tried not to be so... Crestfallen that his elder brother kicked him out, insisting he'd only annoy Keona by lingering like an overprotective shadow.  Shouldn't it be him, keeping an eye on the injured child? Not her uncle?  Of course... Kian could accept Raziel was... Quieter.  He had a way with children.  Patience.  Less of an overactive mind.  Granted, Keona herself had an overactive mind from what he saw.  All the more reason Raziel should watch her and slow her down.  Least she manages to sneak out.  Again.

Something productive.  The pirate flicked his ear, brow creased.  Well, it's the month of spooks, right?  "Hey!" The Irishman raised his voice to the wind, tail twitching.  Here on the bay, plenty should hear him.  "Anyone who wants to go on a story patrol, come over 'ere!" Maybe the day would be more interesting. "'s like a normal patrol, but ya tell stories on the walk.  Scariest story gets some candy."