Krugeristan wrote:"Uh-huh," Golahman said, slowly nodding. "What is it all about, though?" He hoped this was about meeting the Black Fox breeder for Assad, or Assad's proposed summer home here, or anything else . . . he just hoped it wasn't about marriage, especially if Fiona had went and told people about how it probably wouldn't work out for years. Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind taking her tribe name, if she took my last name in the process . . . I don't know. It's still early. That's why I don't want to discuss it yet.
Finn let his shoulders sag. "Internal politics of the Selkie, their Clans and the connection between two of them. It'll all be clearer once you meet the two of them, believe me." He sighed. "That happens, when some people define your daughter as a 'Tribal Princess' on occassion... anyway, Fiona mentioned one of your friends wanted a Selkie Pet and he was interested, by her recommendation, in getting himself a Little Black Fox?"
He tried to smile, but failed miserably.
"It'll be a mess we'll soon enough find ourselves in...", he mumbled to himself.
New Visayan Islands wrote:Samuel Cui
Leaving the South Cuan Train Station
"Lead the way, Kiah."
As the trio left the train station, Samuel took the time to see the sights of Cuan. With his new friend and her pet leading the way, he felt comfortable in the new environment. The offer of a good breakfast also helped; no way in hell would he have passed that opportunity up, even if he had to maintain his figure so that he could still fit in the bespoke Ruedas suits he often wore.
Kiah breathed in, inhaled, the air of Cuan as soon as they left the building and were on the square in front of the railway station, the sweet mixture of the rivers, the fields and the flowers in the air, mixing in with the scent of freshly baked goods in the two bakeries flanking the station - the buildings around them were nothing like the one they just left: Timber and stone dominated their surroundings, arranged into buildings, which to Cui most likely seemed as if they were right out of the Middle Ages.
Underneath the windows, there were flowerpots, filled with still green plants, which soon would bloom into the most magnificent displays and arrays of colour imagineable, from the windows themselves, should they be open, came all kinds of music, mostly by radio, as people were on the streets. While traditional clothing of the Selkie, be it Eadach Obaire or Geansai or the half-cuirasses preferred by their Marcach, clearly dominated, there were more enough people in 'Foreign Dress', ranging from school uniforms like Kiah's to jeans and t-shirts and jackets. Not all of them were tourists. Many animals, from horses both ridden and drawing carts to other pets, were present as well.
Cobbled streets and the square itself being cobbled only added to the rustic charmes.
Kiah saw, that Cui was more at ease here and smiled, offering her arm to either hook it into his or her hand to pull him along, depending on which speed he would prefer - granted, she was a bit of hungry, like a starving Grey Wolf, at the moment. She already knew her way, right hand side, down the street, fourth left and into the small alley, the Teach Ósta, a true pearl of Selkie-Tavernship.
Her fox was at her heels.