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He had little time to examine the great tree, or the pillars, distracted by the sound of other voices. While some pirates may curl their lips at the first sign of the Pitt, the faerie called two of those desert-dwellers his cousins. In fact, the youngest seemed present and alarmed.
Out of respect for her clanmates, the pirate kept his distance as he bounded over -- offering the youth a soft smile instead. Gently, he would raise a paw up, in front of Delilah, brows furrowed sadly as he simply shook his head. He suspected Aine still associated Tanglewood with the destruction of the jungle she called home; Crow had lit the fire after all.
"Dia dhuit." His typical jovial greeting to family, though he realized she may not recognize him as the polar bear dog he now stood as -- he could hope she found his voice familiar if anything. She herself looked semi-different and injured too, much to his concern. When had that happened?
"Tá sé ceart go leor."
The Irishman let his sea-green gaze flicker up and around the different pillars and their respective gems for a moment. "This is a neutral place," he pointed out. "Perhaps the land is simply recognizing that."
A rather dramatic method, but it certainly gathered attention.
Kian Ó Faoláin
A beacon of light more than caught the Irishman's attention -- an unusual sight, even by his standards. By the hum of an old sailor's chanty, the pirate decided to head in the direction, calling a quick farewell and explanation to a nearby npc; even Kian was not so reckless to leave without letting someone know where he was headed. Tensions had been growing once again and he didn't want anyone to assume the worst so soon after his return.He had little time to examine the great tree, or the pillars, distracted by the sound of other voices. While some pirates may curl their lips at the first sign of the Pitt, the faerie called two of those desert-dwellers his cousins. In fact, the youngest seemed present and alarmed.
Out of respect for her clanmates, the pirate kept his distance as he bounded over -- offering the youth a soft smile instead. Gently, he would raise a paw up, in front of Delilah, brows furrowed sadly as he simply shook his head. He suspected Aine still associated Tanglewood with the destruction of the jungle she called home; Crow had lit the fire after all.
"Dia dhuit." His typical jovial greeting to family, though he realized she may not recognize him as the polar bear dog he now stood as -- he could hope she found his voice familiar if anything. She herself looked semi-different and injured too, much to his concern. When had that happened?
"Tá sé ceart go leor."
The Irishman let his sea-green gaze flicker up and around the different pillars and their respective gems for a moment. "This is a neutral place," he pointed out. "Perhaps the land is simply recognizing that."
A rather dramatic method, but it certainly gathered attention.
All your dead end fury is not enough