With the stroke of the oars.

KILLIAN

Are’s story was much more climactic than Killian’s, and more frightening as well. A look of sympathy similar to the one Are had shown for him creased in his forehead, and Killian apologized sincerely, ”I’m sorry man.” Are appeared rather solemn for a moment, but the rebound was quick and lightening. Kiki found himself laughing along with the cobbler, even when he didn’t entirely get he humor. Are was just so affable, it was easy to mould to his disposition.

Kiki leaned a bit closer when asked another question, his hand moving to rub his forehead as he thought. What did he do? He assumed that the cobbler was asking about a job, and frankly Killian had never had one. Half of his life was spent being groomed to be some great leader, and the other half was him trying to run away from it. He had many skills, but none directly translated into something breadwinning.

A soft chuckle and a shake of his head, the boy shook his hand down in a shruggish move. ”Honestly, I don’t really know. It’s a long story, but where I’m from I didn’t do work exactly, it was more just training. But I like to explore, and I’m good with directions,” he said, then remembered how fucking lost he’d been not long ago and added, ”Usually. Anyway I’d like to find something to do here, I just don’t really know where I fit in yet.”

baby baby don’t be so shy
rock children hold your heads up high