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aine. a name he hadn't heard in a long, long time. daughter of gael, he believed. she seemed shocked, then a look of melancholy took over her face as she dipped her head to stare at the ground. concentration broke and the fire fluttered weakly before dying as she heaved a deep sigh.

her tone changed, turning blunt, straight to the point. he respected that, and listened to what she said with a nod. he wasn't thinking any different - he remembered the way she looked at him as he returned with a brand on his chest. he remembered her words. don't speak about loyalty, you traitorous fuck. when he first discovered he could manipulate air. she was considerate though, not wanting to steal him from his children. that's what she mentioned previously too. if it weren't for his children, he was sure he'd be dead upon returning.

she smiled, looking tired. asked why he wanted to befriend her, and he chewed his lip, staring out into the distance. a small gust of wind ruffled his pelt before he responded. "i would like to be your friend because i see someone interesting in you. i do not know what you have been through, but i was there when you came back from the dead. i saw you not as a... sorry to word it like this, goopy mess that you were, but i saw you as kold because it was you there." he took a deep breath then let it out his nose. this wasn't going really well, and he had another question to ask her. he had been considering this a long time - he saw how close kold had been to gael and aine - they were family. now both had left, leaving the maurader behind to fend for herself. well, best to get straight to the point. he muttered a small curse in italian before clearing his throat. "kold, i know this is very sudden, but i feel i have changed. i am not the man i once was, i strive to be better. i took arfur into my home because he seemed like he had no-one, and he seemed unhappy staying in the nursery. i am glad i could offer him an opportunity to explore what he desires - he has raw talent at painting. kold, would you like to ah, move into my house with arfur and i?" this was going really badly, wasn't it? here he was, trying to extend an olive branch, and with kold not being a child anymore it was more difficult. "what i am trying to say is, do you want to become part of my family?" he trailed off, shifting his paws.

he had no idea what she would say, how she felt about him still after his whole fiasco, but he saw her in the pitt. when she first returned she was merely a shell of her past self, dripping goop everywhere she went, but now she had brightened up a little bit, and he was happy. he had never harboured negative feelings towards the other, and felt that everything she did towards him was justified by his idiocracy.

#psychosocial.