[semi-closed] I want to be near fresh laundry

[ua_duibhne]

Who: Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, tba
When: Throughout Maiuril
Where: Around the city
What: Catchall post for May! Will add warnings as (if??) necessary.
Warnings: N/A

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[ua_duibhne]

Erin.

[Those two syllables alone are given such pride and nostalgia and warmth that he might as well be talking about an old friend or family member. It's only then that he realises that the number of people who know her by that name are few and he quickly corrects himself.]

Ah, that is to say, Ireland. [He hums, thinking how to put it in context.] West of England.

[unfortunately]

[petcromancer]

[The first name means nothing to Hector, but when Diarmuid clarifies, Hector knows what he means. He nods.]

Ah, yes. Far to the west. I was born in the Greek Islands, but I was living in Wallachia...in Romania...before I came through the mirror.

[He doesn't expect anyone to know where Wallachia is. It's a terrible place and Hector was there to help Dracula destroy and reshape it.]

Is your dog Irish too, or native to this world?

[ua_duibhne]

[Diarmuid's smile brightens. Knowing two out of three of the places that he lists isn't bad at all and he's buoyed by it. The Greek Islands... though that same knowledge he was so proud of only extends to being aware that they exist and have a hot climate, if nothing else, it explains the olive glow of his skin.]

Greece to Romania. Quite a distance to travel but we all have our reasons.

[And not all of them a pleasant- a thought that carries him swiftly into a more palatable topic.]

He came through one of the mirrors some time after I arrived. Gave me quite the surprise. [He laughs a little at the memory.] In my past life, he was my hunting dog- and the best there was. Still is, by my reckoning.

[petcromancer]

My work led me there, else I never would have ventured that far.

[Hector studies Coill's movements, the strength and speed in the beast's limbs. So different from Cezar's stout little body. A true working dog.]

I bet he would have been invaluable on a hunt. You could face large game with a hound of that size by your side.

[Hector had never been much for hunting. Little snares and traps, and his pets bringing him their kills had kept him fed while he'd lived alone in his cabin in Rhodes. But he doesn't have to be a hunter to appreciate a fine hunting hound, or the hunter who tamed him.]

[ua_duibhne]

[You could face large game with a hound of that size by your side. For just a moment, his smile flickers. Last he saw his faithful companion before arriving here, after all, was when he was sitting by his side and whimpering as the last of his vision faded. Large game, yes, but Coill had stood no chance against that cursed boar. No, in the end it was the hound's loyalty that made his final moments tolerable and for that he's eternally grateful.]

... we haven't had much of a chance for hunts as of late. [He doesn't sound as disappointed about that fact as he usually might. Diarmuid puts his fingers to his lips and gives a short, sharp whistle.] Tar anseo! Coill, here boy-

[The dog's ears prick up instantly and, crab forgotten, he races over to where Hector and Diarmuid are standing, throwing up a small tsunami of sand in his haste. Hopefully, Cezar won't be buried under it.]

[petcromancer]

[Hector thinks for a moment.]

Right. Of course. With the Cwyld, it's dangerous to go hunting in the wild, isn't it?

[That's surely what Diarmuid meant.

The hound scrambles to obey his master's summon, and poor Cezar gets hit with a blast of sand in his wake. Thank goodness he's no longer got exposed bone on his face. That would be a pain to clean out. With the scarred flesh that now covers the pug's old wounds, he simply sneezes a couple of times, shakes himself off, then waddles after his new friend. It takes him roughly thrice as long to cover the same amount of distance with his stumpy little legs.

Hector stoops to pick him up and dust the rest of the sand off of him.]