04-30-2019, 05:29 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
"You should start an ancient king's club then," the irishman called in way of greeting, waving his tail as he caught up with the group from somewhere within the trees. Kings Raz and Gilgamesh. Seamus would laugh at that. The pirate grinned playfully at his elder brother, then offered a gentle nudge to his daughter. "Welcome to the Typhoon, Gilgamesh and Enkidu."
An interesting pair, and not unfamiliar names, as far as Gilgamesh went at least. The faerie did not care overly much, however. Being raised a prince, he knew how to be formal, but he simply decided against it most times. It was far more entertaining to be himself so long as no harm came from it. Besides, he knew Raziel never minded his lack of protocol. After years of the soldier and prince life, Kian had never quite grown out of the elation of a pirate's freedom. Even then, Kian had never been the kind to give complete respect to someone until he felt they had earned it.
"Name's Kian Ó Faoláin." A prince and former captain, but he didn't care for those titles belonged to the past. Well, he supposed he was still a prince, but he would never inherit Raziel's throne, nor would he want to, for it would mean something had gone wrong with his nieces, and nephews after them. "We can guide the two of ya to camp now if ya like," he offered amiably. "Have ya been traveling long? There's plenty of places to rest, and food and drink too."
"You should start an ancient king's club then," the irishman called in way of greeting, waving his tail as he caught up with the group from somewhere within the trees. Kings Raz and Gilgamesh. Seamus would laugh at that. The pirate grinned playfully at his elder brother, then offered a gentle nudge to his daughter. "Welcome to the Typhoon, Gilgamesh and Enkidu."
An interesting pair, and not unfamiliar names, as far as Gilgamesh went at least. The faerie did not care overly much, however. Being raised a prince, he knew how to be formal, but he simply decided against it most times. It was far more entertaining to be himself so long as no harm came from it. Besides, he knew Raziel never minded his lack of protocol. After years of the soldier and prince life, Kian had never quite grown out of the elation of a pirate's freedom. Even then, Kian had never been the kind to give complete respect to someone until he felt they had earned it.
"Name's Kian Ó Faoláin." A prince and former captain, but he didn't care for those titles belonged to the past. Well, he supposed he was still a prince, but he would never inherit Raziel's throne, nor would he want to, for it would mean something had gone wrong with his nieces, and nephews after them. "We can guide the two of ya to camp now if ya like," he offered amiably. "Have ya been traveling long? There's plenty of places to rest, and food and drink too."
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