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“fionn. good to meet!” caw smiles eagerly, excited to hear his tongue. the faerie queen may not have understood his language – but her name, while very nice, was decidedly not irish. of course it made sense that not all faeries would know it, he was not complaining! it was just good to know that maybe he was not so far from home.

“am caróg! also caw, if is hard to pronounce.” he would introduce vrána, but she is off doing…something. caw is not quite clear on the details. but he will surely have the whole tale when she returns! for now he is thoroughly distracted by fionn’s words. “there is trouble in mountains? for faeries?”

it is unfortunate for caw that he is, generously, not the most skilled when it comes to any sort of combat. it is fortunate for him (in a manner of speaking) that he is completely unaware of this. sparring is fun! of course, he has only before done it with his siblings. he wags his tail again. “can spar! will help defend faerie court.” he has promised the queen, after all!