Cover Every Base

The female would speak to him, and in Irish at that. At first it had surprised the man, but Castiel knew the language as well. He would take a breath, his golden eyes shining somewhat as he found the words he needed to speak. "Tá mé ag lorg cailín ag an ainm Faite Ethereal Adravendi . Brown , dubh , agus airgead a dhéanamh suas a coloration , leis na súile gorm éadrom . Níor thug tú a tharla a fheiceáil trí sheans , tá tú ?" Judging by the answer that she had given him this woman had understood what he said perfectly well. Had this been some sort of test? Castiel would begin to rack his brain. Something about this woman seemed almost... familiar. He couldn't place his paw on it, but he kept being drawn back to the marking upon her forehead.