✘ SCATHACH.

_{[ So here we are. Two stubborn and ornery Scots. He feels some odd connection to her, but as typical, he's thinking it might just be something having to do with she might belong to him as he often felt when meeting one of his citizens outside of his country.

But no, something was quite magical about her too, and it was irritating he couldn't exactly place what it could be. It's probably the only reason he feels the pit of his stomach twist when she insists on leaving. His fingers curl against the crystal as he tries to maintain his balance, watching her walk off. ]}

Oi! Where ya think you're goin'!?

_{[ probably.. to find.. better company, buddy. ]}