10-12-2018, 12:48 PM
How interesting. Well, Séamus could not possibly care less over the change in leadership. The endfield shifted his paws absently, one sea-green eye on [member=265]Keona.[/member], whom he had grabbed on his way over. Séamus was uncertain if everyone meant everyone, including those of prisoner and slave rank, but he figured he might as well make sure she knew what was going on too. Until he realized just what he'd brought her over to witness. Born blind could be an advantage, he supposed, to prevent such bloody images scarring her mind. Unfortunately, her nose and ears had been born fully adept.
Nonetheless, the faerie bit back a sigh and forced himself back from pulling the child close to him. He could not afford to blow his cover, nor revealing they were family. So instead, he tried to send some feelings of reassurance through their connection. A work-in-progress with room to improve, but it was there at least. Séamus knew Guru was Goldenluxury's mother and by that matter, someone he was supposedly inclined to be loyal to... Well, he did not feel that way at all. One of the crew or not, he only cared about his own; it made leaving and slipping into other places all the easier.
He hoped, grimly, he would not have to be the bearer of news regarding the mother's death. Absent-mindedly, he flexed his talons, head tilted upwards towards the new leader. How unnecessarily brutal. He'd known others like that. He could be like that sometimes, he supposed. If it suited him for a particular situation. "Clear."
Nonetheless, the faerie bit back a sigh and forced himself back from pulling the child close to him. He could not afford to blow his cover, nor revealing they were family. So instead, he tried to send some feelings of reassurance through their connection. A work-in-progress with room to improve, but it was there at least. Séamus knew Guru was Goldenluxury's mother and by that matter, someone he was supposedly inclined to be loyal to... Well, he did not feel that way at all. One of the crew or not, he only cared about his own; it made leaving and slipping into other places all the easier.
He hoped, grimly, he would not have to be the bearer of news regarding the mother's death. Absent-mindedly, he flexed his talons, head tilted upwards towards the new leader. How unnecessarily brutal. He'd known others like that. He could be like that sometimes, he supposed. If it suited him for a particular situation. "Clear."
"word of mouth there's a snake in the garden" —-- Séamus Ó Faolán