cloudwalker [★] gael's birthday

[Kian.]

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Kian Ó Faoláin

The Irishman had a feeling he knew exactly what brought his cousin's daughter out to the central marketplace.  Over a thousand years and one might think birthdays were easy to keep track of, but the pirate barely managed -- time so swiftly past sometimes.  He did try however, even double-checking dates until he felt confident he had them correct.

The small wildcat wore his usual jovial grin as he bounded over, staying a few paces away from the trio -- reluctant to press into Aine's space more than necessary.  As Saintkit and Kold expressed their confusion, epiphany smacked the pirate in the face.  Ah.  "Feck."

"Sorry kiddos," he added hastily, before sighing in exasperation -- great seas, he should have figured his cousin wouldn't have said anything.  "I imagine she's got a birthday present there for Gael."

"I hid a few new books in your house myself," he admitted in a conspiratory tone.  He never knew what to give Gael, if he was honest, but he figured new reading material would not be unappreciated.  "Though I should've guessed he wasn't an open book 'bout the date, huh?"

We'll all be returning, if we sail together