CENTURIES — return

[Kian.]

The Irishman shook his head in exasperation.  Kian felt for everyone who had to try to tell the two apart.  For him, of course, it was another fact of life.  He knew he may as well look into a mirror whenever he stared down his brother, if not for the fact the two never truly saw eye to eye on much.

He shifted back with a frown at the mention of the Pitt.  Sneaky assistance, morelike.  An amused huff left his maw.  "There's not much to say, honestly."  The faerie felt more inclined to know about the Pitt and the status there.  "Goldie had us paint the sails for Christmas, if that interests ya."

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