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[Kian.]

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Kian Ó Faoláin

The faerie's eyes gleamed -- seeming to brighten with each passing moment.  He felt torn for a moment, in being disappointed there were no immediate stories to tell, and relieved nothing worldshattering horrible had happened in his absence.

With a wink, Kian answered Alexandre's cut-off question, "not as hot as it could've been."  Given the cold front, the wildcat felt more than relieved to be back in the archipelago's warmth.

Seeing his daughter brought a pleased purr in his chest, rumbling in his throat as he attempted to nudge her lightly.  Had she inherited his habit to worry after all?  "Everything's okay, Sibi.  Cold front ran through the desert, brought in a blizzard with it.  Gael was quick to sound the alarm, had everyone get in one of the temples for shelter.  Now there's just a bit of snow waiting to melt once the cold air passes."

He shrugged in a relaxed manner, clearly at ease with the situation.  He trusted Gael; the Pitt would be just fine and the freak winter would pass in the end.

At the mention of the gifts, the pirate grinned wider, happy to explain their purpose in full -- he had a feeling Keona had not mentioned it.  "My cousin tells me I go overboard sometimes, but I think everyone should get a gift on their birthday.  These are for Keona," he flicked his tail, "to open tomorrow."

We'll all be returning, if we sail together