08-07-2019, 02:42 PM
[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Kian catches him off-guard, albiet not unpleasently. While he certainly had came upon the same idea as his brother, the former captain took charge of it and owned it rather quickly. He decides to make a mental note to say thank you later. Raziel bites his tongue as Gael replies, understandably ire.
Of course he's mad. In these cases, it made sense to get to the point rather than waste time on pleasantries. He withheld a deep sigh. Once the three had been friends. Good friends, he liked to think, and recall. He knows the road they all walked diverged long ago, but he missed his cousin from that time.
He takes a breath, hopeful that he may smooth tensions down himself. "Gael..." He frowns at more voices, other Pittians. One of which, possessing a heavier accent, had someone with them. Someone small and clearly distressed as a paw held her back.
"Suvi," he breathes sharply, releasing Aine without a second thought. Just in time to essentially be tackled. Small as she was, he barely felt the impact, but quickly pulled her closer, sharp anger piercing his sea-green eyes to see her so upset. She's hurt too. Not bad, but enough for his brows to furrow. "[abbr=my child]A leanbh[/abbr], it's okay."
He takes a second to breathe the fury out of him, head lifting sharply at Gael's words. "[abbr=cousin]Col ceathrar[/abbr]..." Hurt replaces the anger he felt briefly, but he does not offer any further protest. Hopefully, they could mend this bridge one day.
"Suvi, Kian, come on." It's not safe out here anyway. "Let's go home."
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Of course he's mad. In these cases, it made sense to get to the point rather than waste time on pleasantries. He withheld a deep sigh. Once the three had been friends. Good friends, he liked to think, and recall. He knows the road they all walked diverged long ago, but he missed his cousin from that time.
He takes a breath, hopeful that he may smooth tensions down himself. "Gael..." He frowns at more voices, other Pittians. One of which, possessing a heavier accent, had someone with them. Someone small and clearly distressed as a paw held her back.
"Suvi," he breathes sharply, releasing Aine without a second thought. Just in time to essentially be tackled. Small as she was, he barely felt the impact, but quickly pulled her closer, sharp anger piercing his sea-green eyes to see her so upset. She's hurt too. Not bad, but enough for his brows to furrow. "[abbr=my child]A leanbh[/abbr], it's okay."
He takes a second to breathe the fury out of him, head lifting sharply at Gael's words. "[abbr=cousin]Col ceathrar[/abbr]..." Hurt replaces the anger he felt briefly, but he does not offer any further protest. Hopefully, they could mend this bridge one day.
"Suvi, Kian, come on." It's not safe out here anyway. "Let's go home."
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