[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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Fionn nodded along as Gerard spoke, the strong similarity between their dreams not lost on him. [color=#008b8b]"Aye? Quite the punch that must have been."[/color] It must have been the downtime, he decided after another moment of thought, turning back away from Gerard as he pondered it. The lack of action, not even travelling along the road, just relaxation and ennui outside of the training and building. So soon after the excitement of hunting down Jeremiah and the assassination attempt at the ball.

For two men such as themselves, former mercenaries, such a span of inaction could have strange consequences on the mind. As such thoughts passed through his own, he glanced at Gerard's slow movements, watchful eyes passing from his grip all across his body down to his feet. Especially in regard to the last discussions they'd been having, the similar dreams, the foes they'd been facing, he could not lapse in his own efforts at mentorship.

[color=#008b8b]"Had one like it. Proper dreadful. A lot of fighting...thought it'd end when I first died, a Knight of the Wild Hunt just completely ignored my dagger in his chest and planted his own in my throat. Next thing I knew, though, I was back up, sword in my hand, and ready to fight some northern brute. Had an audience, too."[/color]

He paused, thinking back to the dream.

[color=#008b8b]"Fun time, like. I was just after a different dream going into it, though, so [i]that[/i] was odd."[/color]