lost at sea

Of course he hadn't. She shouldn't have gotten her hopes up like that. But still Claire forced herself not to sigh, trying to hide the disappointment from this male. Why had she expected this stranger to know anything of her family? Claire twitched her ears in vain irritation with herself, though as she listened to him as he continued, she had to appreciate his kind offer. A place to sleep, for at least a night, a place to rest while she gathered her strength before setting off in search of her father and brothers. Maybe it would be nice. "I thought as much. Thank you anyways." Claire inclined her head slightly, "And it would be very kind of you if you were willing to take me to Valhalla..." Her voice trailed off vaguely after that, however, as she realized what he was saying his name was.

Cormalin. That was her father's name. And hadn't he reminded her of her brothers? His eyes were like Fintan's. The star on his forehead matched the smudge on Fintan's. Like Caerul, he was black. Like all of her brothers but Caerul, he had the mismatched eyes. "My name is Claire Aobhinne," Claire forced herself to respond, to not just sit there and stare blankly at this wolf who gave a name that matched that of her father. "Cormalin, did you happen to know a pair of wolves known as Laoch and Amber at any point?" No sense in jumping to conclusions. Maybe this was just some fucked up, freakish coincidence. And yet, Claire doubted that. He reminded her so much of her brothers that it had to be true.

Oh, what she wouldn't give to have them there. They could have all been reunited in that moment, but instead it was just Claire meeting her father for the first time in her life. She wanted to beg for answers, to ask him why he'd left, what the world had been like, but Claire forced herself to stay silent, to wait and listen to what Cormalin had to say about her adoptive parents. Would he recognize the names? Or was she simply reading far too much into this situation?



"speech"