[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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Fionn furrowed his brow at Cyrus's suggestion on how to deal with Tyaethe if she ever got [i]too[/i] serious at a hunt. Grabbing him and firmly stating that he wasn't allowed to get gored by a boar hardly seemed [i]too[/i] serious, just a bit misplaced. It was just as easy to nod and acquiesce to the easiest demand to follow. Beyond that, the proof that she would and could show some genuine concern every so often had just lent itself to his faith in her ability to make new friends rather than just watch generations of knights go by.

Of course, the more he thought about Cyrus's suggestion, the more he could see other applications for it. [color=#008b8b]"I had [i]wondered[/i] if that wasn't an affectation,"[/color] he mused, scratching at his chin. [color=#008b8b]"I didn't know the Stalva bit until we were out on the hunt a week ago. Her accent never seemed quite right, like, but I'd reckoned that was something to do with her holding onto how the accent was years ago. Vampires can be odd like that. Little girls even more so."[/color]

He spoke with a surety that belied his his lack of experience dealing with the intelligent undead.

[color=#008b8b]"I'll have to keep that in mind,"[/color] he decided, as Rolan got to theorizing off to the side. [color=#008b8b]"It's only fair payback after the grief she gave me when I told her how Flori kept [i]serious[/i] the whole time we fought. He'll be around too, aye, since Merilia brought you in? Can't imagine she'd only bring back part of the old group."[/color]