EVERYWHERE I GO // return

[Kian.]

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Kian Ó Faoláin

The Irishman barked up a quiet laugh as he padded over, whiskers twitching.  Saintkit was a force to be reckoned with it would seem.  The pirate fell beside Gael, curious as he listened to Dante speak.  "He came back," he pointed out in a more jolly tone.

While he understood loyalty could be questionable for those who found it easy to wander, Kian preferred to take an optimistic approach to these things.  Dante didn't seem to be the traitorous type anyhow.  The hybrid didn't seem too bad at all.

"It can be rough if you're not used to all the hubbub."  Though he truly believed that, it was difficult for him to imagine himself being away from others for too long -- he preferred having a friendly company around, but he knew others didn't feel the same as him. 

He shrugged amibly before adding, "name's Kian by the way -- 'm a cousin of Gael's, staying for a while.  It's nice to meet you, Dante, 'an welcome back."

We'll all be returning, if we sail together