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[Kian.]

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Kian Ó Faoláin

The Irishman still did not know how he wished to manage his time -- thoughts of continuely dividing it between the Typhoon and the Pitt lingering heavily in his mind.  There were crewmates and family he wanted to help within both groups.  Yet these thoughts fell second in importance to that of his daughter; whose birthday happened to be the next day.

The faerie made the majority of the journey as a polar bear dog; for speed and convenience, dragging a small wagon behind him.  A few wrapped gifts lay within, books and a few wooden carvings.  As he reached the gate, Kian shifted back into his usual form -- the small wildcat with his usual jovial grin.  Brightly, he reached up to smack the bell once, energized now that he was close to the ocean once again.

"Ahoy! Sorry I've been away so long!  A blizzard kept me busy." He called, tugging the wagon over the border.  "I hope nothing too interesting happened while I was gone."

More importantly, the pirate hoped everyone was okay -- the owl that stopped by hadn't given him much to go off of.

We'll all be returning, if we sail together