11-21-2018, 08:25 PM
[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
The fae smiled broadly, tail flicking. "Think of it as a fancy hello," he exclaimed amiably. "Dia dhuit. Literally it means 'god to you', but really, it's just a nice way of saying hi." It was, far as he felt, only a matter of time before his nephews picked up on the tongue. They already seemed to know Owen's raptor speech, interestingly enough. Bilangual already. Not too different from Keona.
Speaking of, he blinked in surprise at said child's appearance. Considering she'd been avoiding him since the business with her mother's ghost, the last thing he expected was for her to creep up so close. Sharply, his eyes turned back on his twin, gears turning swiftly. Damn. Odds were she didn't know how to feel about all of this, and they had not been casting a great example. Uncomfortably, he shifted his weight around. "Keona's your half-sister," he offered the two boys, gentle, more for his girl's sake.
"She's my daughter too, though," he'd add, frowning lightly. It felt important, that this time around, the children found themselves with few surprises in the family, lest they felt the way Keona must have since the incident. "Her mother's... Gone." And god, he missed Haliaka every day.
His earlier smile returned, though a tad more strained. He'd gently nudge his daughter with his muzzle, encouragingly. "[b]Is deirfiúr mór duit."
The fae smiled broadly, tail flicking. "Think of it as a fancy hello," he exclaimed amiably. "Dia dhuit. Literally it means 'god to you', but really, it's just a nice way of saying hi." It was, far as he felt, only a matter of time before his nephews picked up on the tongue. They already seemed to know Owen's raptor speech, interestingly enough. Bilangual already. Not too different from Keona.
Speaking of, he blinked in surprise at said child's appearance. Considering she'd been avoiding him since the business with her mother's ghost, the last thing he expected was for her to creep up so close. Sharply, his eyes turned back on his twin, gears turning swiftly. Damn. Odds were she didn't know how to feel about all of this, and they had not been casting a great example. Uncomfortably, he shifted his weight around. "Keona's your half-sister," he offered the two boys, gentle, more for his girl's sake.
"She's my daughter too, though," he'd add, frowning lightly. It felt important, that this time around, the children found themselves with few surprises in the family, lest they felt the way Keona must have since the incident. "Her mother's... Gone." And god, he missed Haliaka every day.
His earlier smile returned, though a tad more strained. He'd gently nudge his daughter with his muzzle, encouragingly. "[b]Is deirfiúr mór duit."
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