WHEN I WAS YOUNGER ☆ bonfire

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ROWENA NÍ FAOLÁIN
KITTEN
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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #76b8cc; text-align: left; padding-top: 10px; padding-left: 10px"]As an sliogán, Amhrán na Farraige

Flint and steel.  Flint and steel made fire.  The energetic kitten nodded, gaze locking on the flames once more.  It didn't seem too dangerous to her... A little hot though.  The way it flickered... It seemed kind of playful...  Maybe it played too much sometimes.  And got into trouble.

At the sound of her father's voice, Rowena's mink-esque body did a full turn.  Grinning happily.  "[abbr=god and marry to you]Dia is Muire duit[/abbr], da!" Proper response.  She giggled.

Rolling over, pawing at a coconut again, she continued to... Mostly... Listen.  Partially invested in the swish-swooshof liquid every time her paw touched the cup.  "Irish is Gaelic.  But it's not the only Gaelic!" She announced.  A little... Vague.  But made sense to her.  Of course, she only knew Irish.  Didn't know much about Scottish.  Her father probably did.  He was much older.  Smarter.

But before it occurred to her to explain better, Drayden said the Typhoon.  Rowena jumped to her paws.  "That's where da wanted to go! They're his crew!"

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