04-03-2019, 11:43 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
His neice... Lucifer, elder brother and one he did not know. The spotted feline let their presences, and the voices of those who did speak wash over him quietly. For a brief second, he was struck by the fact his older brother had four other children. Four other children who he'd been separated from for countless time now. Kian did not envy him. If he'd found himself separated from Keona again, he wasn't sure he could take it calmly. It was enough Séamus had up and disappeared on 'buisness' he wouldn't elaborate.
He wondered if, even after death, loved ones shared the same night sky. He bit his lip silently, wishing he had asked Haliaka more about her version of the sky and her people's interpretations and stories. Over the years, Kian had come to realize all cultures had stories for the sky. The uncatchable fireflies they all shared. Unity in the distance.
Indeed, the pirate smiled. "That's right," like his brother, he kept his voice rather soft, a murmured agreement to the coyote's words. "So you just have to find Leo... Yes, right there. You're welcome to a closer look with the telescope, if you want." Though the night was clear and empty of all else, the lens seemed terribly unnecessary.
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His neice... Lucifer, elder brother and one he did not know. The spotted feline let their presences, and the voices of those who did speak wash over him quietly. For a brief second, he was struck by the fact his older brother had four other children. Four other children who he'd been separated from for countless time now. Kian did not envy him. If he'd found himself separated from Keona again, he wasn't sure he could take it calmly. It was enough Séamus had up and disappeared on 'buisness' he wouldn't elaborate.
He wondered if, even after death, loved ones shared the same night sky. He bit his lip silently, wishing he had asked Haliaka more about her version of the sky and her people's interpretations and stories. Over the years, Kian had come to realize all cultures had stories for the sky. The uncatchable fireflies they all shared. Unity in the distance.
Indeed, the pirate smiled. "That's right," like his brother, he kept his voice rather soft, a murmured agreement to the coyote's words. "So you just have to find Leo... Yes, right there. You're welcome to a closer look with the telescope, if you want." Though the night was clear and empty of all else, the lens seemed terribly unnecessary.
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