♦ Fynnegan ♦
I really can be a bit of an over-reactive hot head. Hell, I am short- and no amount of snapping at wee babes is going to change that. I can't believe myself, can I get a redo? That poor little filly embarrassed because of me. Thank goodness Weir is more equipped at handling youth than I. I can see him making a fool of himself to make the lass smile, and to make up for my own short comings in dealing with her. SHe speaks, a feeble sorry before introducing herself and asking us our names. I look at her. simply, trying to make my eyes kind, though I think may look more sad...or constipated... or something. I suck at kids.
Nay, Amorrette- I should be sorry. I did not mean to snap- I'm afraid I cause you a touch of embarrassment. You youngin's should be allowed your curiosity- its how you learn after all.
I nod at her, a tiny bow of apology. I may be older but I know when I am wrong-- most the time. Before a moment passes Weir is making faces, and I want to collapse in laughter- but since we have older company- I settle for a light chuckle, and move on with Magnus, and Weir- listening to their words. Weir is curious of traits, and I see magnus stiffen with emotion when weird asks. Magnus has been welcoming- but I can't help but wonder if he will not we welcoming with his response to these questions. I slow slightly, it would barely be noticeable with my short legs. I bet the guys think I am simply slowing due to pace... but no no, distance in case Magnus gets upset (better to be safe then sorry). Magnus while emotional- is calm and answers simply. Well, maybe simply for Weir- he seems so smart- i bet nothing confuses him. I get lost with the whole talk of traits. Where did they come from and how could another kingdom take them from other kingdoms? This place is much more interesting than the stories-but I have to ask more questions, if I am to understand this land.
The path our group is on winds neatly through to a tree. There is obvious destruction around them, though the land was trying to regrow. It is curious, I think. I wait until Magnus answers Weir, after all, I have some manors to make up for.
Call me daft, but how could Chamber, or any kingdom, possibly destroy the traits of another kingdom? They are kingdom gifts- so wouldn't they always be so unless the entire kingdom were to no longer exist?
Much to learn. I hear Magnus change topics to me, and my father. I nod, though I think it unlikely- Magnus looks too young to know my father, but I oblige him the information just the same.
Oh, I doubt you will know him- a young and upcoming leader like yourself, but his name was Harleyquinn. He was an ambassador or a governor...or something in the peace caste. He never really talked about his title- more of just the interesting stories he heard while did the job.
I nod at that, and look at Amorette. She seems to find our trio as fascinating as I do, though I believe it would be for different reasons. Magnus is asking about the Dale, and I should probably be more interested in that line of questions, but I am not. I smile sweetly at the lass instead- trying to show my kid friendly side, and to continue to help her feel less embarrassed because of my pea-brain. I step a little closer to her as to not disrupt the other two and their conversation,
Miss Amorette- what do you think of this garden? Do you find you like Gates?
I may not be a goofy-kid friend thing like weir, not did I have the sweet father figure thing down, but I can ask questions... and listen. I am good at that.
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