Calan
Calan is still beneath the table when a familiar chirp sounds near his ear, soft enough not to carry past the drape of cloth. He pauses mid-survey and turns his head to find Oria hovering beside him, ghostly and small in the dim little world of chair legs and shifting shoes. "Are you here to keep an eye on me?" he whispers, narrowing his own at her. When the spriggan nods, Calan considers this for a moment, then gives her a solemn little nod back. "Well, as long as it’s just an eye, that’s okay."
He pokes his head out from beneath the tablecloth then, catching sight of Finch crouched beside his brother. The thief’s voice is too low to make out properly, but Calan doesn’t need to hear much before his mind supplies the important bits of what's probably happening based on their last meeting: hands grabbing, wrists, a threat about being their brother, and the general inconvenience of grown people deciding they could just take hold of you whenever they liked.
Crawling out from under the table with Oria settling onto his shoulder, Calan stands and makes his way over until he’s nearly eye level with Finch where the thief is kneeling. "Just so you know," he says, not quite accusingly but with enough weight behind it to make clear that he’s keeping records, "our dads are here, so you can’t grab us and yell that you’re our brother again." On his shoulder, the small ghostly spriggan chirps in confused but supportive agreement of her ward.
Calan goes to stand with Finch and Carlo
He pokes his head out from beneath the tablecloth then, catching sight of Finch crouched beside his brother. The thief’s voice is too low to make out properly, but Calan doesn’t need to hear much before his mind supplies the important bits of what's probably happening based on their last meeting: hands grabbing, wrists, a threat about being their brother, and the general inconvenience of grown people deciding they could just take hold of you whenever they liked.
Crawling out from under the table with Oria settling onto his shoulder, Calan stands and makes his way over until he’s nearly eye level with Finch where the thief is kneeling. "Just so you know," he says, not quite accusingly but with enough weight behind it to make clear that he’s keeping records, "our dads are here, so you can’t grab us and yell that you’re our brother again." On his shoulder, the small ghostly spriggan chirps in confused but supportive agreement of her ward.
Calan goes to stand with Finch and Carlo
you are a victim of the rules you live by
Code stolen from Queen Sky
