HIGH HOPES — return; baby snake

[SÉAMUS]

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☠ Séamus Ó Faoláin

The faerie found his brother dreadfully predictable most days.  Yet when he had brought an egg back to the tree house, the pirate had been admittedly surprised.  Since the meteor, Séamus had been confined inside long enough to nearly go insane.  For a moment, he thought he had.  Raziel obviously meant well, though it still infuriated him to be fussed over on a near daily basis.  He could at least admit it was better to give his older brother a hard time than his son.

Salem had been under the same roof for a while but since left; leaving the quiet building to Raziel, Séamus and an egg.  Soon enough, the faerie had found himself invested.  With little else to do, the change in routine felt nice.  Tending and watching the egg was much more interesting than re-reading the books his brother kept offering him.

When the day came it finally hatched, the Irishman had been more than bemused to witness a distinctly familiar snake pop its head through the shell.  Determined little thing.  Upon regarding the baby black mamba for a number of minutes, pleased to see it finally emerge, the privateer decided to name it.  Her.  I think.  Niamh.

The time spent inside his brother's home had came to a close.  Séamus felt more than fit to return to work and his own hut on the shore, but he did not want to leave without little Niamh.  So, without bothering to receive the go-ahead from his brother, the small feline gently gathered Niamh into a little basket turned portable nest, and embarked down the steps.

He made a beeline for the bay, taking care to be gentle with the basket as he padded along.  Rather than head directly inside his hut, he decided to set the basket down on the sand -- they had both been cooped up inside for too long as far as he felt concerned.

Word of mouth there's a snake in the garden