With the stroke of the oars.

KILLIAN

One thing that Killian knew very well was the positions of the sun in the sky. He was made to learn everything there was to know about her, it was all part of the whole heir to the goddess thing. As a young child, the classes had been extremely boring and he’d paid little attention (hence it took him much longer than others his age to learn these dealings). He would never thank the reign for anything, however that knowledge was now ingrained in his head, and so he could almost always tell the time, and always knew which cardinal direction was where.

Well almost always.

He’d been out exploring all day, a little further than yesterday. He could tell that night was nearing, and he had a hot date with his bed that he didn’t want to be late for. But not for the life of him, even with the help of his master directional skills, could Kiki find the clinic. All the roads in this dilapidated sanctuary looked the same, and frankly he didn’t even know which direction he’d come from anymore. He had thus far refused to ask anyone for help, a mixture of stubbornness and pride kept him from it. Instead he walked into yet another dark alleyway.

Or was it another? He might’ve been here before. Yep, cause there was that same crack in the cobble of the... Killian groaned, and shuffled defeatedly towards the wall. Then with a frustrated, ”Fuck,” he rested his head against the wall and just stood there.

A voice at the end of the alleyway jolted the boy from his stupor, and he lifted his head to look at the man who had called out. He was tall, and curly haired, and clad in leathers. Killian gave him a blank, eyebrow raised stare for a moment, looking very lost.

”Oh, hey,” he called back, popping back into reality and starting towards the other man. Ok, so maybe a little help wouldn’t tarnish any reputations. ”Hey, so I’m new here and I’m tryna get back to the clinic but I think I’m lost,” he said with a soft laugh.

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