11-20-2020, 07:14 PM
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The faerie hummed softly under his breath, an old sailor's tune, as he took a seat. The sun felt scorching on his spotted fur, but he had suffered far worse conditions for longer. He could wait, sea-green eyes set on the horizon and his thoughts drifting on old memories.
Kian Ó Faoláin
The Irishman had set foot in the Pitt's desert a small number of times -- all out of necessity more than immediate choice. First, to fight, then much later, to barter; each during the reigns of different Ardents. Now another reigned and the small wildcat stood on the border once again, with brand new intention. Hopefully he'll let me in...The faerie hummed softly under his breath, an old sailor's tune, as he took a seat. The sun felt scorching on his spotted fur, but he had suffered far worse conditions for longer. He could wait, sea-green eyes set on the horizon and his thoughts drifting on old memories.
We'll all be returning, if we sail together