WHERE DID YOU GO? ☆ proper introduction

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Kian Ó Faoláin

This brings me back.  The Irishman threw up his usual jolly grin as he heeded the boy's call.  Settling beside his cousins, he allowed them to speak before offering Saintkit a relatively dramatic bow of his head.  Perhaps my brother does rub off on me.  "Dia dhuit, Saintkit."

"'m Kian O Faolain; a cousin of Gael's.  I come from the Typhoon, but I'm sticking 'round here for a little to be with the family," he'd finish with a playful nudge aimed for Gael, clearly indifferent to the other's more disciplined demeanor.  His whiskers twitched amiably as his sea-green eyes gleamed. "'s nice to meet you kid."

"If you don' mind my two cents, kid, I'd say livin' in the Pitt is whatever you make of it, so long as you're loyal." He felt as though his cousin may agree with him, but they'd see.  "You've got a tough past to live with calling yourself a Pittian, but the bonds 'ere are strong."

"The land's difficult, the reputation others know you by rough 'an judgment is sadly quick in some places, but I know the people 'ere care more about each other than any of that 'an that's the point.  A Pittian doesn' need to be one way or another, so long as you're proud to be one 'an quick to aid the others who call themselves the same."  And that's why I like it here, even if it's far from the sea.

We'll all be returning, if we sail together