2022.07.06: Kennard's Quest

Kennard's Initial Quest - The Cursed Cow PrP
Kennard seeks out to discover Tinlin's true lineage and bloodline. He gives her a gift of her family tartan. He unknowingly begins to uncover other dark secrets within Silver Tara, that will bring him and his friends to seek out the truth.
IC Date	July 6, 2022
IC Time	Nightfall.
Players	Kennard, Tinlin, Kohana
Location	The Wendigo Crag
Prp/Tp	The Cursed Cow - Fianna
Spheres	Fianna, Garou
Theme Song	Sir Kenny's Banner - Written by Tinlin and sent to Silver Tara to honor Clan Madden.

"A gift." Kohana says as he rises to approach Tinlin, "However...I'm not very good at whittling whittle pieces of wood." he admits with a laugh as he holds out the small little totem to her. "You look tired." he points out with a bit of concern in his gaze.

Tinlin looks at Kohana, "You made the totem for me?" She looks impressed at the stack totem and trades him the basket for the wooden piece of artwork. He gets the banana bread, the applecrumb pie, and a loaf of stretch bread. There's meat pies individually wrapped within too, but those are more for snacking. "Thank you. It makes sense this idea of allied diversity. They can do things we can't and vice versa. But aye, I do feel tired. A lot on my mind lately." She tucks the piece into one of her many cloak pockets.

In the distance czn be heard the eerie music of bagpipes. To Tinlin's ears, it's a noble processional song. It plays for several minutes before the howl comes. << I am Wrath-of-Morrigu! I come in peace and seek hospitality with the nobile and mighty Wendigo! >>

The bagpipes end right after the howl. There is a large red wolf that makes his way into the clearing, accompanied by a young man carrying a basket. The wolf carries himself withpoise and then shifts into the man. He's wearing a pirate shirt, slightly opened at the top, his tartan and kilt match, on his hip is a longsword. Ge comes to a stop and waits to be acknowledged.

Little Bird and Thunder Bear poke their heads out of the cabin when they hear the strange noise of the bagpipes. They look excited! And they look to the Chief and Tinlin to see what is happening. But Tinlin motions they should stay inside for now, but she laughs, and then smiles. "Tis the song of my homeland. It's fine."

"Well you are not alone Firebird..." Kohana reminds, "My mind has been heavy too. Some things...decisions, are not easy, some mistakes not easy to see even as they happen." he says as he smiles weakly to her. "So...I'll be...around when you have your talk?"

A glance ot his children and Kohana laughs softly. "Tut tut little ones, not everything is your business hm?" he points out with an arch of his brow, much to their dismay.

Of course Kohana calls out, "Enter with peace."

Tinlin hears the Chief's voice acknowledge the Fianna to enter, and she makes a few steps over to greet Kennard. "Good evening, to you Sir Kenny. Please come in and meet the Chief of the Three Rivers people."

The children go back inside as their father teases them. The door to the cabin softly closes, but the two little ones move to the window to peek out at the Fianna with his longsword.

Turning, Kennard takes the basket. The kinfolk takes a step or two back. He has a sachel he shifts to his side. Kennard walks forward a bit more. "Fair thee well, great Wendigo." Kennard says with a warm smile, "I bring offerings of good cheer!" He heads towards Kohana and Tinlin. "Some of Fianna's finest desserts and libations." He will hand it off, turning to mert the Chief.

Kennard offers his hand for a shake, though it's a warrior's shake, grasping his forearm. "Well met." Then Kennard gives his whole introduction. (hard to do on the phone) "It is an honor." His words and mannerisms are sincere.

The gifts seem to be welcomed well by the Wendigo. Kohana offers a deep nod, "Well met and welcome." he pauses for a moment. "I am happy to offer my territory as a place of gathering and...discussion." he glances to Tinlin a moment and then back to Kennard. There is a hesitation, as if waiting for the Fianna to decide how they plan to go about their... business?

Tinlin will notice an explanation is needed for the Chief. "We plan to walk within the Crag to have a private discussion. With your permission of course to do so." She bows her head to Kohana, with a light dip of a curtsey. She hasn't done that before with him, but in the presence of Kennard, etiquette changes. When she rises she looks to Kennard, and the manner he is dressed this evening. "We have much to discuss between us."

Noting the hesitation, Kennard starts to speak, but allows Tinlin to speak first. He looks to Kohana, "There are some personal and tribal matters of a sensative nature. " He bows his head, "On my honor, my intentions and motives here are pure." He gestures, "Lon will be following at a short distance as a witness. We may walk within view of all." It was going to happen that way, but Kennard had to acknowledge the terms.

"If this is acceptable?" He will turn and offer his arm to Tinlin, "If Mi'lady Tiana'lin would grace me with her company?" Such a courtly formality.

Kohana nods, "Of course. To keep your mind at ease, I will be...near enough if you have need of me Firebird." he shares with Tinlin, but he moves then to sit once more. His gaze settling on Kennard, an unspoken warning in his eyes. Is that...lightning in his gaze? If it was its gone in an instant.

He glances back to his children at the window and shakes his head then. He lifts a finger to his lips to hush them, but Kohana is certainly amused.

Tinlin is finding this a touch more formal than she expected but she understands what is happening. Lon of course, receives a kind smile, and she nods in agreement to the witness. "Tis acceptable to me," she tells Kohana and Kennard. And as the Fion offers her his arm, she'll step into place beside him and she will place her hand upon his arm for the evening stroll.

Tin this evening is in a summer dress, but for the cooler evening she has her thin dark forest green cloak. It's patched in areas where it's a bid thread bare along the bottom, but she has embellished it with such beautiful threading of vibrant greens that it looks more like folk art. Her longer red hair is bound up in braids, pinned to the back of her neck. It's casual wear, for a walk this formal, and it makes her feel a bit nervous. "Aye, thank you Kohana." A second after, she peers up at Kennard with her green eyes. "I'm ready."

There's a nod to the warning. When she takes his arm, Kennard bows his head a bit and reaches into his tartan to carefully pull a purple rose, handing it to Tinlin. "You are. as always, a vision to steal one's breath." He watch Kohona turn and leave and Kennard looks around.

The pace is very slow and casual. No hurry or desired direction. He'll take the scenic route. Lon falls in a good twenty or thirty yards behind.

Tinlin follows and matches the pace of his preferred walk. The grounds here are beautiful, with the Crag open to the evening sky, that is now dimming, but still light out. A few of the people in the village light fires, but the Crag is quite large to house so many Wendigo. They have plenty of space to walk in the grass between trees, and with the soft trickling of the waterfall in the near distance.

She accepts the purple rose, pausing to do so, only to breathe in its scent. "It's been some time since I saw one of this beauty and color." He'll sense her blush at his compliment. "You should have been a Galliard, Sir Kenny. If I didnnae know better I'd say poetry becomes you."

Slowing till Tinlin's gate is relaxed and comfortable, Kennard slows. He folds his other hand behind his back. "A warrior poet, aye." Kennard agrees. "It's in the blood, ehn in our hearts, when it moves us." He smiles a bit though, at her blush and compliment. It does make him stand a little taller, prouder.

Kennard also keeps in the open, no dodging around the backside of trees or bushes. His honor is at stake here. "I simply speak what me heart tells me. A purple rose seemed fitting, for this eve. It was an excellent choice." He seems proud of that. "I do hope your day has been well? The coup coming along?"

She toys with the rose between her fingertips as they walk, her other hand still resting on his arm. She brushes the softer petals over one cheek, to feel its softness and then lowers it before her. "The coup is coming along. We have some walls built, and a bit of the screen coming along. This weekend the girls and I are going chicken shopping, so that is happening." She shares this with him because he helped with supplies. "Akio is very eager to get the roof right." She chuckles.

"Otherwise the day has been well. I've been having difficulty sleeping however, with so much being stirred up from the past. The contract, weighs me less now, but the fallout is yet to come, I know this. And you, and yer snake? Any progress there?"

Kennard listens intently to what Tinlin says, as if she were reading the Silver Record. He nods, "If there is anything you need, it is yours." He assures her. His brow furrows a bit, "Is there anything I can do to alleviate that sleeplessness?" He is truly concerned.

He looks down in thought for a moment, brow knitted together. "I had thought my news would be good." He seems to be considering his options. "I would nae e'er see tye shine in your smile fade. Tis what keeps the sun shining fer me." He shakes his head a bit, "She is taking her time. But I fear she will be sorely disappointed at what she finds "

Tinlin glances up at him, and pauses slightly in their walk so she can face him. "You honor me by getting this far, as far as you have. No one has thought to look for the contract my father signed. Let alone get it torn up, so I could go back home again someday if I wanted to. Which now I can do again, all thanks to you. If I wanted to, I mean." She takes a slow breath, as she looks to the pine trees here. "Sleeplessness, is anxietym waiting to see what is about to fall next. Danger will be coming, Ken. We should be watching for it, and I'll be keeping my door locked at night."

She squeezes his arm a bit, "It was good news. The best news of all. I'll try an smile more often, aye?" She smiles up at him. "But YOU, remember some of these things take time when it comes to Snakes. If she knew the true you, she might not have to be so desperate. Knowing someone truly, takes time."

"And I will sleep at your door from this night till eternity if that's what it takes for you to feel safe." Yes, he just offered to sleep on her doorstep. He smiles at her. "I would do it for any family that needed it. It is my station and duty." He takes a deep breath and looms her in the eye. The moon is waning galliard, the beast is there.

But for now, it stays locked away. "She is nae interested in me. She be wanting the prestige of me name, simply birthing my pups for the accolades she would get should one be Garou." He makes a dismissing gesture. "I will follow my heart, family be damned. I listened to my dreams, and they have been true so far." He looks at her, "What if ... I had more good news? Something that could change yer whole oitlook on what and where yer from?"

Tinlin whispers back, "I have all the Wendigo surrounding me to protect me while I sleep. Your offer is appreciated, with honor. But Kohana and his people are requesting I sleep here after we had trouble in the Crag. You heard about it right? Two spiral kinfolk came in trying to shoot up the place. They did not succeed."

She tilts her head back to see the shape of the moon. She's aware of what it is waxing, "Sometimes Gaia leads women to do strange things in protecting her family, or in wanting to have a family. I understand her intentions toward you are to take advantage. Tis too bad, you couldn't simply take more than one mate, then there would be less fighting." She chuckles. "But I feel as you do, about family. Duty, responsibility to do as we must. But not without honor. We both require matches of the heart. But I think that ship has sailed past me." She waves the talk off about, that whole family picture. And it makes her sigh, deeply.

"What other news do you have?" Tin looks up at him again. "I doubt things where I'm from would change. The people dislike me, at Midlothorien. You know this."

The look says he's overly fond of that. "When the castle is finished, you would come and stay there, aye?" He asks. "I already know where ya suite of rooms would be." He nods. When she talks of multiple mates, he snorts a bit and laughs, "Ye sound like Thomas. He thinks I should have a whole stable 'o women." He shudders, "That's work." He says with a comical nod.

"Maybe it hasn't sailed yet, 'cause yer in a rowboat in a puddle." He clears his throat, "Mi'lady's boat is a grand schooner 'o unimaginable grace and beauty." He says, "Ye been passin' junk, not the quality ye truly deserve."

Tinlin makes a soft sound, as if she agreed, but knows she's been handed the short stick seven times. "You think Samantha is bad? I was once offered to go live in the bayou of a swamp, to a Fianna living on a house boat that hunted gators for sport. Land of Wyrm, all I could think of was how many minutes would I be on his boat before the Spirals came for me? Gators, Sir Kennard. And mosquitoes. And swamp muck.." she finds it funny, but, it really is not.

"But as for your castle, I'll visit. I won't leave my Oaks, but if we have parties, or gatherings with drink, I'll stay over. If there's threats of siege, or danger, I'll come to your castle. But to live there? You know my feelings on this. I love my ancient trees. I love the sway of the wind through the leaves, and the song they sing. It is my spirit that thrives to be close to them." She hopes he understands.

"And on multiple mates, I should tell you about the farm that once was here where they gathered up all the fianna kin and shared them around. Wasn't that long ago, perhaps a few years back. They've sinced moved their commune on, but it wasn't as civilized as we have now. Not like, what you are building now. A castle. One where people might be reminded of manners, and wiping their feet on a mat before entering someone's home." She laughs.

Oh, the expression and the shudder. It defintely assaults the sensibilities. He looks over, "Oh, don't worry Mi'lady. I've found a spot and it'll hold the castle." He grins a bit. "I kin see yer trees from there. It won't nae be too far to come ehn call." There's no joking there. "One, I ain't askin' but fer one. THE ONE." He smiles a bit though, "Ye come stay at the castle, ehn I'll come sleep in the trees? We kin meet in the middle." See, he's good for compromising.

Nodding to himself, he takes a deep breath and his demeanor grows a bit serious. "The news, Mi'lady, that I bring ... will shatter e'er thing ye've ever known." He looks to her, "T'was nae easy thing to do, ehn I now owe favors to the Silver Tara, but I know the truth 'o you. Not the miser'al life yer pa left ya, but the part of ye that draws me." He stops and turns to look to Tinlin, "That noble heart 'o yers, yer gentle care and mannerisms. They nae came from ya pa's side. Tis ya ma's side, where yer breeding ehn lineage come from."

"A fair trade?" Tiana hears his offer to exchange places to sleep. She laughs, finding it amusing. "It wouldn't be a bad idea if we were laying out an ambush. If trouble comes, Sir Kenny, as we know it will, then I might take you up on this. You lay the trap for the Nightmares when they come. IF, they come. But you may want to have a pack tucker down wit' ye when you do. Any thoughts to a pack?"

She hears the sincerity of his words, and how he's leading up to a serious amount of affection felt by him. "I do not want to offend you either, Sir Kenny. You are by far, growing on me. But as a Cliath, you have much to learn as a Garou. And I inspire to watch you grow rank to title in this place. I don't want to mislead you, and I don't want to make you promises that I would accept you. I don't know you. I really do not. But I don't want your money, or your titles. I want sensibility and this nightmare around me to end, and the curse to be broken."

She listens to his part about the lineage. "You researched my lineage from back home?" She suddenly draws her hands up to her face, and looks frustrated, with a glimpse of fear in her eyes.

There's a short pause in the procession. He makes a sour face, clears it and then holds his head up high again, "Less not be puttin' thuh cart 'efore the horse, now." He says. He starts again. "There are many more hurdles to jump. I made ye a promise ehn I'll keep me promises." For the record, at some point along the way, he slipped into Gaelic. "I nae ask fer anything. I know you don't want it, hence Ah give it freely." That settles that.

"I will end this nightmare, one layer at a time. Till we finally get to the core and crush it like so much chaff." He pauses and turns to her. "Ye already know the truth, then?"

Tinlin gives a small shake of her head no. "I know my lineage as far as my great grandparents. Anymore, and my mum said I didn't need to know more. We were a simple life now, and what was in the past, was in the past. We were Tuatha de fionn, staying close to the Fair Folk, on their territory. It twas, what it was. But every time, I have someone asking about me, Kennard, something dark hits back. Your life, and mine, I believe is in danger now. The Red Knight, who went to champion and investigate has not yet returned, and I've heard nothing of his inquiry. It makes what is about to happen... everything around us seem trivial. I'm so scared, Ken. I want to be brave, but I'm scared about this."

At her fear, Kennard stops. He turns to her and kneels down, so he's more on level with her. "We'll get through this, Mi'lady." Kennard says. "It's all part 'o the big picture." He takes her hand in his. He holds it comfortingly. "One piece at a time. I'm not afraid." He seems sincere about this. "Did ye think ye could just hide out in tha woods fer ever? Ye been through the worse 'o it by now." He looks back to Lon and then back to Tinlin, the wind knocked out of his sails. "I'd even had ya tartan made ehn petience written. Just ta show ya, yer not some run down farmgirl."

Tinlin feels the warmth and strength of his hand providing her with courage. This evening though, she is revealing her true thoughts on things at the matter at hand. He kneels and she looks to him with sincerity as well, "I thought I could hide forever if need be. Everyone could live their lives and I could build a new life. Those back home would forget me, and it seemed they wanted us to be forgotten." There's more truth there than ever.

She steps forward and she gently caresses his cheek with her left palm. He's one of her clansman, and she is thankful for him. It's meant to be a soothing touch to his Wolf, as he's soon to be coming like pack now the longer he stays in this wild forest and Sept to serve. "Be at peace, I know you are trying to help me as ye know how. An if we die, then so be it." She takes an even deeper breath when he means to give her the gift of a family tartan. 'Show me then." Her eyes leave his and she looks to Lon.

She has him in the palm of her hand. He shakes his head, "An eagle kin nae e'er hide with the crows." Kennard says to her, softly, his voice a low rumble. "Ye have a new life. One that's recorded in the peitance. Yer family is too strong, too proud to just lay fallow in some backwoods forest." Kennard coos at her. He's going to build her up, one way or the other.

At the caress, his eyes close and he leans into it just a bit. "T'would be a tragedy, one I ain't havin' no part 'o yet, Mi'lady." He, "I shant let ye die, tis not yer time. Tis ain't me time either." He is definitely trying to reassure her. At her request, he brings the hand he holds to his lips, to give those daintly knuckles a kiss, as if it were the pope's ring. He looks up and gestures for Lon.

Lon opens the sachel and pulls out a package, wrapped in silk. It's a bit puffy. He holds it out to Kennard and takes a step back. Kennard holds the package up for Tinlin to pull the ribbon. "Mi'lady ..."

Tinlin accepts the kiss to the back of her hand as if Kennard were her kneeling Knight, and as if she were in the finest fairy court. The world around them may be grass, trees, and now stars as they twinkle out along the early evening sky. But there's plenty of light to see, when the package comes forward, and she glances to Kennard with a long sigh, and nods to him.

She pulls open the ribbon.

Inside is a tartan of deep forest green, with threads of blue, and black. It's a symbol of her family's lineage, and it stretches back centuries. Her fingertips touch the tartan fabric, and then she lifts it up out of the box and hugs it to herself, as if she finally came home again.

It's heart touching, and in her moss green colored eyes she has tears in them. "Thank you, Sir Kenny. This means more to me, than anything right now. I'm deeply touched." The fabric next folds out, and she motions for him to help her if he would, to aide her in wrapping it, as she removes her cloak, for the proper attire to take its place.

She's not the only one with tears in her eyes. Lon steps forward to take Tinlin's cloak. He then steps back. Kennard takes the tartan and very formally, and reverently places it over shoulder. He does not tie it. He pulls a clasp out of his sporran. It's gold. The centerpiece of the clasp is an oak tree. The leaves of the oak tree are ornamental gems, but gems, nonetheless the same bright green as her eyes. He takes the time to adjust and ensure everything is perfect. "It is time to come home, Mi'lade Tiana'lin Tinsdale." He says with a bow of his head. He holds his hand out to Lon again.

This time, long hands him a fancy wood case. Kennard takes it and opens it. There is her lineage, documented, authorized and caligraphied for all the world to see.

Tinlin looks at the very beautiful and expensive ornamental gift he is giving her. She tries her best to not, mess this one up by saying something she shouldn't. He might sense she's trying to be good and show grace at something so magnificent bestowed upon her, and it's shaking her world apart.

It's no different than as if he threw his sword upon the shell she's created around herself, and cracked it. And now her eyes watch him as he pins the Oak to her tartan to seal it properly. He honors her and she is speechless.

And then the wooden chest comes, and she hears him call her name, "Tinsdale?" It's the document that gets her to breathe again, and she begins to read it. She shares the scripted words alongside him, as if she were revealing herself to him for the first time. So many words, so many honorable garou, and warriors from the past. She reads it as if dreams were rising and falling all around them, as one by one, she knows her ancestors must be standing beside them.

She has tears rolling down her face, by the time she finishes.

But Kennard isn't making too big of a splash. If she looks closely, the tree itself, is silver, So Silver Oak. She may not have noticed that at first. It's grandiose, but quiet. His face lights up though and he just watches her, as he makes the final adjustments to her tartan. Even kneeling, Kennard holds himself up regally, placing his right fist over his heart, resting his left hand on the hilt of his sword.

He watches her face as she reads. Once she's done, he reaches up and with the tenderest of touches, wipes the tears from her face and onto his tartan. He's smiling too, but his eyes are misty as well. It is done and he bows his head to her. Knight to Lady. For once, the large man is quiet, no flowery words or wity quips. He looks back up at her though.

The torches flicker all around them from where they are holding their ground. He can feel the sense of ancestral spirits moving through, even if they can't be seen. It's a like a silent vigil of a paraded effort, as they move past him, now able to rest that the truth has been broken open.

He may even feel the clap of a strong hand upon his shoulder, as it is brief, and it then fades.

Tiana looks up at the change of light and feels the wind moving through the trees and around them. Tis strange, as the treesong around them shifts, and she turns her gaze slowly back to his. She felt something too, and she smiles upon him. Tears wiped, and one deep breath taken, she utters his name again. "Here be it known, that honorable Sir Kennard Madden, has honored my house, and my clansmen. You have not forgotten us, and we will never forget you either." She takes one step back, and with her tartan on, and oaken brooch, she offers him a flourish of one hand as she grants a courtly curtsey in the deep grass of the Crag. "I will compose a song for you, to take back to your family. If we do lay a trap for those who wait to strike, perhaps a performance at Silver Tara would flush them out." SHE, seems to have had a change of heart now. Courage. The bloodline doesn't lie. And he has given her the gift of courage.

Kennard sniffles a bit and uses his tartan to wipe his own eyes, mingling their tears. He bow to her again, deeply before standing back to his feet. He beams proudly, "It seems the eagle has taken flight." He coos at her. He holds himself as if he were Stag himself, looking down approvingly of Tinlin. "They shant know what hit them, Mi'lady." He adds, spurring on her courage. "Claw and blade, voice of an angel, they won't stand a chance."

He just admires her more for a long moment. It's not too long, but he's admiring his handiwork. Admiring that what he saw was the truth. Proud of himself for uncovering it. He offers her his arm again. "Now I'm not sure -I- am the worthy one." A little humble. Lon takes his place back further away. He can be heard blowing his nose and sniffling. Poor lad.

No matter his bravado or arrogance, Tinlin too saw the softer side of Kennard. The chew center that hides behind all that Rage and Arrogance. He looks down and murmurs, "I nae e'er washing this one again."

Tinlin steps up to embrace him in a hug. She gives him a hearty squeeze, and then steps back. "I've never been to Silver Tara. Never been to royal court inside the Well of Stars, either. But n'ow I have my trusty brooch, and my tartan to shield me." She hears his idea of unworthiness, and she shakes her head, "I'll speak to your mother directly. An I tell her wha' you did. Would this be acceptable to you?"

Kennard returns the hug, even lifting Tinlin off her feet to do so. He's a big strapping lad. But he carefully sets her down and resumes his position of honor. He's grinning like the cheshire cat though. "Then, we need to make the trip." Kennard says. "I will take ye and introduce ye for the whole court to see and gawk at." Like a damned peacock he is. Strut Strut. He clears his throat, "I've already told 'er of ye." Kennard says a little sheepishly. "She knows uh the whole story at this point." He pats her hand, leaving his on hers for the moment. "Anything you wish to do, is acceptable, Mi'lady. I am but the frame and ye the picture."

Tinlin bows her head again, after she smiles more. She sees his cheshire grin, and knows that he's done something to deserve it. "Okay, well," she glances to the cabin. "Tis getting late, and I know the children have been peeking at us, and waiting for me to go in to sing them to sleep. I should probably go and do that." She looks up at him, "Thank you again for all ye have done. And if you want to share breakfast tomorrow and the fianna come calling to join? I will attempt to be there. And then we can call yer mum, and I'll talk to her."

Kennard nods and turns to lead them on a more direct course back towards the village. "I will set up the Pub." He assures her. "Or did ye have ano'er place in mind?" He makes a cute, mock pout, "Sing me to sleep too?" He's ... mostly teasing. He bows his head, "Tis nothin' Mi'Lady. It's my duty, nae my pleasure to right what's wrong." He pats her hand on his arm again, "I will try to send word." He chuckles a bit, "As long as me ma' ain't trying to send ye behbey pics within five minutes."

Tinlin laughs out loud, "I like looking at baby pictures. How could one not?" She grins, as he's all too easy now to tease about such things. "The pub for breakfast is fine wit'me. Unless you want to set up a table where yer castle is going to be built. Let us see the grounds, and the stones going in. Might be a way to lure folks out who are curious." She gives him the tip.

"And if you want to stay at the Crag awhile longer, you are welcome to hear me sing the children to sleep. I don't mind, as I'm sure ye can hear it down all the way to the waterfall. The crag carries songs, like it was a theatre built for heaven. The people here are very fortunate."

Kennard takes her hand and kisses it again. He looks to Lon, "Pick up yer feet, we have work to do." He bows deeply to Tinlin, courtly and all, "Tis been a heart warmning and moving evening. One I will nae forget fer all me days." He still speaking in Gaelic. "Hopefully I will find another brother and see you in the morn."