Her Fire Fuels the Kiln; Transformation

[Kian.]

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Kian Ó Faoláin

The jungle was by far the easiest place for Kian to navigate and feel comfortable within.  To the Irishman, it felt the most like the Typhoon's tropical home -- without the ocean unfortunately.  It was the endless expanse of water he missed the most about the pirate's territory.

The wildcat twitched his ears, coming up to a halt beside his cousin with a curious blink.  His familiarizing himself with the jungle could wait a moment to assess the situation here.  While the reptile before him reminded him of Kold somehow... Kian wasn't so sure they were Kold.

But that does look like Kold's fur on the ground... Perhaps Gael was onto something -- the Ardent was a great deal older and wiser than he.

We'll all be returning, if we sail together