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[sleepyhollowed]

[Kieran scratches underneath Anne's chin and along her tiny jaw as he listens to Reynir.]

Yeah, I get what yer sayin'.

It's like, uh, we take fer granted all the stuff we had until it gets taken away.

[He chuckles.]

Sheep smell counts too, I guess.

[braidmage]

[ Reynir gives a quiet nod of agreement to the way Kieran puts it into words. He wonders if he is only talking about Reynir, or if he might have some personal experience with that particular blend of bittersweet regret. So, he asks: ]

Do you miss home much?

[ He has grasped from context clues that Kieran definitely wasn't from a city, at least not originally. He knows way too much about animals, and seems very comfortable just being out in nature. But Reynir hadn't actually heard much about where he's from. To him, 'America' is just a word. He has no sense of what sort of a place it is, how big or small, how warm or cold... ]

You really don't mind if he comes here to stay with the rest of the animals, once he's a little older?

[sleepyhollowed]

[The question gives Kieran pause. He has to really stop and think to see if he does miss home. There are certain events he certainly doesn’t miss, and there’s one in particular that settles like an icy blanket of existential dread on him, but home wasn’t all bad.]

I, uh, I-I guess I miss certain folks, but I ain’t in any rush to go back.

[And he has no idea if he even can, or what awaits a dead man if he does.]

And yeah! Anne’s more than welcome to stay when he’s bigger. Hopefully by that time we’ll have lots of friends fer him.

[braidmage]

[ There's something about the way Kieran pauses before he answers, and then says that, even though there are people he misses, he isn't in a hurry to go back, that sort of dissuades further questions. Perhaps another time, when it comes up naturally - or once he has a better sense of why Kieran might have mixed feelings about the place he comes from.

Reynir is trying to be better at not always chattering, even though he knows he is inclined to, sometimes. He had said he would bring Anne up so that Kieran could see him; that offer ought to come without an obligation to talk, if Kieran doesn't want to. So Reynir lapses into companionable silence, watching the other man interact with the tiny lamb. It's nice, really. Just being together, the two of them, and the little animal. ]