wood carving — SAIL ON

[Kian.]

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Kian Ó Faoláin

The faerie raised his head a little, smile still in place.  He knew his cousin liked to say he was too nice; an optimist who believed in others a little too much.  He didn't mind though, since he was a proprietor for second chances.  Besides, the wildcat knew the hybrid was seeing a lot of dirty glances thrown his way -- Kian would not be part of that, regardless of his personal opinion on the issue.

"Woodcarving," he explained brightly.  "Just a little hobby I picked up a while back -- 's good for practice," he added, making a small adjustment with another slice of ice.

Satisfied, the pirate set the sailboat down and nudged it towards Aine so she could have a better look at it.  "That's right.  I often just carve the first thing that comes to mind; today was a boat.  I have more wood set aside, if either of you want me to try my paws at something else?"

We'll all be returning, if we sail together