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Little brother, you do-not greet me. ~~You hide like a cowering dog.~~

Your brother, Prince. His name is?

*Looks surprised.*

That what tells you I am a prince, should also, tell you the name of my brother. I call him Breacan, little warrior, brother.

Many things tell us much, sir.

If so, why do you ask?

Our nature is not to tell.

What, not even a little hint?

Fate's hints are cryptic at best.

Is that what you call yourself?

My Sisters and I are three.

Should I believe, three, are Norns?

We have been called that before.

Only a North-man would say it.

I suppose that might be true.

Do you speak to North-men often?

We speak to most everyone often.

The answer dances around the question.

Edited 2007-11-23 09:18 (UTC)

We've spoken to North-men before, yes.

One Norse-name matters to me---Breacan.

Breacan. He is known to us.

*Pauses.* My brother, Breacan. Is he known?

OOC: Unless your girls collectively fell over and hit their heads making them instantly forget who/what they are. And they now believe, they are an Ewok, with a personality of Marge Simpson and Ruby Rhod, and, their day job is to dress up as Elvis, to sing, at the coco cabaña club...it’s safe to say YES, they would know who Breacan is. If you can think of a better reason why not, I'm going with the yes.

He is. We know him well.

Why does he not greet me?

(ooc: uh-huh...good luck with that.

I don't know and cannot ask.

Is it more won’t, will not?

(ooc: This is here we're talking about. If you don't do it, someone will. :P:) Obviously, I've been here tooooo long to say it and believe it. I may need a new hobby.)

It is. You have your answer.

So be it. As you wish.

Brothers. Never around when they're needed.

*Wary.* I-I..suppose so. I don’t fight.

They're not always needed for fighting.

No, I mean you. I won't.

No arguments here. I don't fight.

No? I am a cautious disbeliever.

Sparring? Sure. All out war? No.

Hard to believe with our kind.

Yeah, tell me about it. *smile*

*Still cagey.* What else do I talk about?

There's always introductions. My name's Quinn.

Hello, Quinn. My name is Damian.

It's nice to meet you, Damien.

Did you want your brother to greet you?

Of course, I do. It appears he doesn't want to do so.

His loss then, wouldn't you say? I had no siblings that I knew of, I never missed them.

Disappointing I would say. You are lucky, I had nine, I buried five in one day. My brother and I, are the only ones left of our father's house.

Edited 2007-11-23 09:24 (UTC)

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