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*Pokes* Are you okay or what?

Fine.

*Plops down on the couch next to him. He's drunk so don't bother asking how the hell he got in or...what he's doing there. He probably wandered there. XD*

You suuuuuure? *grin*

Yeah, I'm sure.

*Peeks to see if he is all right.*

You can come in you know.

I'll take that as permission. *Enters.*

Is everything okay?

Yeah just thinking. Want to join me?

About what? *Goes to him.*

My family.

*Curls up next to him. Rests her head on his chest.*

Tell me about them.

I was the third born child and son, it's why I got my name. Tradition and all that. My father liked to talk about his father who was also a Conall. Great leader and provider stayed with his pack no matter what. Never lived up to him.

*Looks at him.*

You and he are different men. You have your own strength and greatness. He made his name because of who he is. You will do the same with your name as well. And your son if he be named the same, will be different again. Neither one is greater or lesser than the other.

*hand teases over her hair* Not according to my father. We clashed often and hard got into a big one right before I left it was pretty bad. We both nearly died. All my siblings are paired off, got kids and I was "Pissing my life away".

*Leans into his touch.*

Do you want to try to mend the rift between yourself and your father?

There will be no mending the rift. I was disowned several months ago.

*Puts her hand to his cheek.*

I am sorry. What about your siblings, do they stay in contact?

No, no contact with anyone. *nuzzles her hand*

Maybe in time they will change their mind. Or I could speak on your behalf.

What I have is enough.

Alright. I suppose I shouldn't mention right now there might be a new addition from me, for you to look after.

*looks at her curiously*

*Pulls out her mobile phone. Lets an image appear.*

This little guy. (http://pics.livejournal.com/lir_daughter/pic/0000fe9g) I'd like to keep him but I have to be realistic...work....the dangers…

*Her voice trails off.*

I manage it with my guy, he's a little bigger than that one but if you want to keep him...

I don't know. Eothian once had a cat, he adored it, and the cat adored him. And Aoife...*closes her eyes tightly and leans into him.*

We swore we wouldn't take on any other pets after that. I'd like to see him go to a good home, a safe home. It's probably best, you'll have enough looking after me.

I can talk to Hope see if maybe he could stay in my room with Fido.

Thank you. I'll take the idea into consideration if nothing else comes of it.

In the meantime, *briefly kisses him.* try not to worry about how you measure up to your namesake. And if you think you'd like to see your father again to try to heal things between him and yourself, I will come with you.

*nuzzles her neck* Thank you for offering.

I only want you to be happy. And one day you will have to tell me more about your family, about Hope and about Fido.

Hope and Fido are easy subjects.