[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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[color=#008b8b]"So, have you ever had the chance to meet Lilette's daughter? She's a nice girl if you haven't, but she's jumpy, like. A real lash, too, but between the anxiety and the fact that her heart doesn't tend that way, it's a moot point...Lilette says she's always been anxious, too. I've had to chase after her into Aimlenn and drag her back to the castle, so I have."[/color] At a loss for what [i]he'd[/i] really get up to within Merilia's other world when the others were diving into their training, Fionn had taken to maintaining his usual routine.

When he wasn't doing that, he was discussing the changes time had wrought on the castle with Cyrus.

[color=#008b8b]"Oh, right, [i]there's[/i] where me and the lads built the mill and the press for cider. Apple and pear harvest is right around the corner, so we should be able to put in a good stockpile, and it'll be good work for some of our scrawnier knights to start making cider. Might even see if I can't convince the captain to try her hand at it, although one of her maids might try and hamstring me for it."[/color]

Viora had still shot him a few glares the last time he'd crossed paths with her in the castle. Really, though, if she didn't want to get messed with she shouldn't have made the fatal error of revealing that she [i]wasn't[/i] always so perfectly prim and proper as she usually put on.

He turned back, glancing at the other side of the yard where Edwin had once again thrown Renar down into the dirt. He wouldn't mind practicing like that, although Florian was likely going to be focusing more on Fleuri, and while Parvan's mix of magic and martial skill might appeal to him, the difference in their styles and their abilities was too stark to really give him much to work with there. Fanilly, it seemed, had already taken interest in working with Lilette—so he couldn't continue his usual studies with his normal tutor's mother.

Which didn't leave many options...until one came to mind, and he started voicing the idle thoughts habitually, with no thought given to the fact that he hadn't really given Cyrus any chance to reply to any of the rest of what he'd just been saying.

[color=#008b8b]"Wait, Cyrus. You said that old man Cazt is around, aye? Think I can ask you to help me find him?"[/color]