Swiftcurrent Creek The sun shines down from above

Kieran himself was a relatively light sleeper, if he slept at all. The nightmares that plagued him sometimes proved to harsh for his countenance and he was forced to lie awake for days. Days until he was far to exhausted to dream and he would just fall into blissful sleep.

"Ah de stretchin' av de legs. somethin' we al' 'av ter chucker an' shud chucker." He was a firm believer in excercise, often times it helped keep him sane. If he felt to ill at ease, he merely hunted, or ran and it calmed the demons that nipped at his heels. He shook his head and a small chuckle worked it's way out of his mouth. "Ah yer mean de wee people. aye oi chucker nu av dem, they are bauld as brass an' twice as ornery. they'd knuk yisser treasure roi beneath yisser smeller, before yer cud blink. tricky wee devils dem."