[center]Stepping out of their fourth store, Kieran offered a wave and a smile towards the shopkeeper. Ryanair followed behind him with a soft scoff and follow his emerald eyes, they'd been running errands since their departure from Lady Esther’s mansion an hour ago. Kieran moved down the cobblestone sidewalk and scanned the shops with his sky-blue eyes. These weren't things he'd usually buy, but the elder thar had asked him the favor was a friend and he couldn't deny her. Shifting the bag in his hands, Kieran rounded a corner and slowed his pace. 

He found feel it, though it was thin and slipped between his mental fingers. The half-bond he held with his first fledgling, it was like an itch he couldn't scratch. The feel of fingers tugging on the loose ends of his hair, has Kieran blinking to clear the haze his mind had slipped into. 

“Are we almost done?” Ryanair asked after they'd entered the street ahead of them, the elder of the two tilted his head in thought. His mouth opened as if to reply, only to close when something is pressed into his side. He can feel the hiss escaping from Ryanair’s lips as Kieran lifts his gaze drom the other and focuses it on the threat. It was a rather tall man, skin bronzed with brown eyes narrowed.  The gun was pressed firmly into his side, sure he could use his speed and dodge the bullet but that would lead to problems. He was more worried about Ryanair then himself, the blonde had great control but still needed his guidance to remember his sanity. 

Even now he can feel it, the cyclone of emotions that sing through his mind. The human hasn't moved, though the gun is pressed deeper into his side nonetheless. He'd never been one to back down, so with a tilt of his head he arched a silent brow and waited. 

His mind sending comforting waves through the bond in an attempt to calm Ryanair. It works and Kieran almost breathes a sigh of relief, until the humans mouth opens. 

“Follow me and keep quiet.” He demands after a moment, his head herrington the side. Kieran reaches behind himself to grab Ryanair’s hand, before doing as told and moving forward. The gun was normal and probably only had regular bullets, Kieran had been shot with enough of those to know that much. Ryanair presses himself against Kieran back, his face nuzzling into the fabric of his coat. He was calm and that was a good thing, Kieran continued to follow the human his mind working double time. 

Just the thing he needed. To be taken hostage by a human. When he let his guard down, Kieran would strike. For now he'd play along,  his main concern was keeping Ryanair in control. [/center] [@earlymorninstar]