HIGH HOPES — return; baby snake

[SÉAMUS]

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☠ Séamus Ó Faoláin

The Irishman hardly minded the attention, of new and old faces.  A spark soon lit in his eyes as Devland began his rambling, an obvious passion within his voice.  The faerie had grown up with a close association to snakes -- with his twin, especially, referring to him as a snake.  In the end, he may admit he earned that friendly moniker.

"Séamus Ó Faoláin -- did you know that black mambas are more poisonous as infants, than adults?"  His whiskers twitched at the thought; a good notion to remember, given Niamh's obvious young age.  "'course I don't think Niamh will give me any trouble; she's been sweet so far."

Smoothly, the pirate felt his eyes shift, grin still in place for the passionate topic.  Roxie's brother.  Ah.  He clicked his tongue softly.  "Raz -- my brother -- found her.  Broken up nest and one egg.  Watched 'er hatch 'an named her Niamh."

As though summoned by relation and thought, Roxie herself arrived on scene.  Séamus knew he made for an interesting father, lingering in the shadows more than light.  After everything with Keona and Kian, the faerie felt more comfortable keeping an eye on things from a distance; never forcing himself into the family picture.  He did wish at times it had been different.  Perhaps if he had courted Roxanne properly.  Done things Kian's way.

It was nice to see neither Roxanne nor her family treated him with outright hostility at least.  His tail lashed once, brow crinkling for a moment.  "It's good to be back -- I thought my brother might drive me insane.  'e meant well of course, but it's nice not being stuck in that treehouse."

As though in agreement, he caught Niamh sliding up the basket a little, propping her head on the border, tasting the air with her tongue.  "Outside's nice, hm?"

Word of mouth there's a snake in the garden