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@babette-durandd

The information about the time it would take her to ger back into town seemed not to worry her, which was good. Some people worried, but she was clearly of the mind that it needn't ve a big deal.

Her comment about tiring the dogs out makes him snort, though, and he nods.

"Eh, maybe. They'd do well runnin' around a field, but then yah gotta worry 'bout callin' 'em back, gettin' th' stickers outta their fur." Seamus waves a hand, smiling crookedly. "Bit more o' a hassle than 's probably worth."

At her name, Seamus's brows hike toward his hairline.

"'Fraid we havena, but we're rectifyin' that now. 'M Seamus," he offers, leaning down to gice a hand for a brief shake, if she can free one up for the dogs. "But ye probably have. I come in an' outta town often. I do live out here though, got property."

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@babettexdurand

She didn't look like she knew the way around here. That was Seamus's first thought. His second was that the dogs knew the way better than she did, but they were near on dragging her to get down the lane.

"Eh, 'bout twenty minutes on foot, maybe thirty if yer a slow walker," he says, keeping his tone and posture loose and easy. Non-threatening.

"Want me tah keep yah company? 'S gonna get dark soon," he offers, voice casual, as the gelding shifts beneath him. Seamus absentmindedly pats the horse's neck, waiting for her answer.

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@trackedbymaximus

Seamus doesn't dismount, but he nudges the gelding away from the man - A, because the horse was nosy and B, because it eas polite - but nods along all the same.

"I live down in th' Farmlands. Needed tah give this one some exercise, out 'im through his paces. Figured no one else would be out."

And he hadn't. The man was looking for something, too. It was clear by the way he was searching around at the side of the road.

"Anythin' ye need me tah keep an eye out fer? Since yer lookin'."

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@lift-lats-luisa

The job wasn't hard, but it was easier with two people to hold a board steady. Seamus had often done work alone and had found ways around those necessities. He explained that to her now, then he grins.

"But, since yer willin' tah help, it'll be quick. Mainly 's jus' cuttin' an' placin' th' boards."

Once that's done, he sets his truck to gear and drives them out into the Farmlands. It was probably closer for her here, anyway, since he thinks their house is out this way.

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@marie-a-bonfamille

She starts sniffling worse but takes the handkerchief, so Seamus considers it to be a win. And he's patient, soft, in a similar way he'd have been with Adelaide if she were ever upset.

Besides, they had a horse to find.

He glances down at her palms when she scrubs at them, frowning a bit. "Ye hurt anythin' when he threw yah? Wrists, knees?" That would pose a more significant problem, and he'd focus there over the horse.

"Mm, right then. Get up intah th' saddle, lassie. I'll walk this one an' we can retrace yer steps."

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@lift-lats-luisa

The chipper...chirp of her voice makes him chuckle and Seamus nods, motioning toward the cab of the truck. "Get in then. So long as ye dunna mind a wee bit o' dog hair."

Once she's in the truck, Seamus explains what they're doing.

"Got a few posts an' boards tah fix at me stables. Figure it'd be easier tah have another set o' hands, since ye offered."

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@marie-a-bonfamille

Oh lord, she was gonna cry.

Sliding off the gelding and reaching into his back pocket with his free hand, Seamus untucks a clean kerchief and hands it out to her just as the tears start gathering at the edges.

"Hush now, lassie, 's alright," he says, a small, easy smile on his face. "Dry yer face now. An' when ye do, yer gonna get on th' horse. 'M gonna walk with ye. We'll find him, though, don't worry. Where were ye ridin'?"

The key, he'd discovered raising a daughter, was to talk calmly, to have an ease in his manner that meant he wasn't a threat but, also, like he would help.

The phone was another thing entirely. They might find it, they might not. But a lost horse was, in Seamus' opinion, far more important at the moment.

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@letitrain-letitsnow-letitgo

Ah, he recognized her. One of the Madrigals, Seamus thinks, though he wasn't sure which nor which power she possessed.

Her laughter makes his grin widen, Reins shifting jn his hand as he slows the horse to stop beside her, not wanting to be rude.

"Oh aye, 's certainly that. Sun's so bloody rare here. Kinda annoyin'," he admits, shrugging a shoulder, "but ain't really anythin' yah can do about it, I s'pose."

It's a bit funny when she waves at the horse but, well, that's nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe she just liked the animal. Seamus pats the horse's neck affectionately, and he nods. "Doin' alright. Jus' wanting' tah give this one a bit of exercise. They keep me busy enough these days."

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@majkemaniiia

Majke nearly flops down knti the couch, like a fish out of water or, perhaps, a marionette with all its strings cut at once. It makes him snort, amusement crinkling the eyes that, while his body had aged and deaged and aged again, had ever stayed the same.

"Have we ever gone any other way about it, Maj," he asks, and knows the answer even without her saying it. They hadn't. And perhaps that was why, even when she tried so desperately to hold onto enmity, he always forgave her. Perhaps that was why - because she saw, she knew, and she understood, ad much as he had allowed anyone to understand other than Nick.

He lets her speak a moment, then he nods. Leaning forward, Seamus grabs his mugvand brings it to his mouth. Takes a drink.

"Aye. I ken. Fer a long time ye never wanted tah settle, an' when ye did it was never thos long." He had always been the opposite: a place for a wayward elf to come back to, for a daughter to find rest, only for himself to go galavanting off into whatever adventure he could, when permitted the time.

( Or, more accurately, when he had been running away from it all, intent on destroying what time he had left with a recklessness that would have made Majke balk, if she knew. )

"Stayin' though - it ain't so bad. Not like yer thinkin'. An' this ain't a cage, or a leash. Yer parents ain't here tah tell yah when tah come an' when tah heel. This place could be a home, but only if ye let it."

Or else, he doesn't say, you will end up like me. Alone. Tired. Weary.

Seamus reaches forward, in that ambling way he'd always known with her, and squeezes her knee, hand well over the fabric that draped there, the corner of his mouth curling upward before both his smile and his hand recede, least they get blasted off.

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@majkemaniiia

Seamus nods, the motion slow, like he's pulling over shat she's saying, a wry smile on his face. Yes, he would know all about things that felt too big to fix, wouldn't he?

And she knew that he did, too.

Sometimes he wonders if that's why she comes to talk with him at all, because she knows.

At her request, to sit on the couch and pretend this was therapy, makes him laugh - a quiet, snorting sound - and he maneuvers them toward the living room, gestures for her to sit agaisnt the arm or the middle. Wherever she's most comfortable.

He takes the chair across from her, setting his mug down before hanging his hands between his knees.

"Mm aye. Could. Ye know I'd agree wif that." Ay least about his father. Though Seamus had never shared the why and the how, Majke and seen most of the scars, heard most of the reactions to the night terrors he'd had as a younger man.

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It'd been a long time since Seamus had actually ridden instead of driving a car. That being said, it was a bit like riding a bike, if a little bit odd.

His seat relaxed and the reins gathered in his left hand, Seamus alternated himself and his pretty red roan yearling through a canter, a trot, and a walk. They weren't in the space for a full gallop, and he had to get her home in one piece from the Farmlands.

That being said, when he sees someone as he comes around a corner walking on the side of the road, he slows her down to a walk, then stops her, leaning down to talk to them, their face vaguely familiar in that way all small towns had.

"Oi! Ye alright? Awful long way tah be walkin' intah town."

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@lift-lats-luisa

There was a flicker of...something like...unease on her face, and it's there long enough that it Seamus catches it. It makes him pause, but not lose the grin on his face.

The enthusiasm makes him chuckle but he nods, all the same, and finishes carefully placing the boards in his truck bed.

"D'ye know how tah use tools? Ye can be me extra pair of hands, if yah like."

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@auntcass-hamada

Following her gaze, Seamus sees a tackle (really it's just three, but details) college aged kids waiting off to the side.

Those must be her employees, he thinks, but doesn't say. It's fairly obvious they were waiting.

When Cass turns to thank him, an amused twist to his mouth shows her his teeth, a half-grin as he nods his head, hands shoved into his pockets.

"Aye, yer welcome lassie. Wasna so bad, was it?" Cass offers him a wave,then, and Seamus nods at her, watching for a moment as she walks off before he, too, turns back into the festivities.

Maybe he'd find a cider or a coffee. Maybe he would go home. He didn't quite know yet, just that, sometimes, wandering wasn't half bad.

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@lift-lats-luisa

Seamus had to make a run into Oaken's, some feed for the horses and some boards to fix the stable stalls one of the more excitable gelding had kicked out. It was a small task, and one he did fairly easily.

He wasn't expecting to be asked a question in the middle of the street, a board slung over his shoulder. Turning on his heel, careful he doesn't whack the young woman who was...incredibly tall and very well-muscled, Seamus's brows arch.

"Loadin' some boards up tah fix some stables. Ye lookin' tah help, lassie, or ye jus' curious?"

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@majkemaniiia

Seamus gives her that moment she needs to think it over. Then, when she answers, he nods. As though thinking it over.

"Sure, an' gripin' always helps. But if I can fix it, 's easier, ain't it?" That's how he'd always been, really. He liked to fix things. He was good at that, good at making things better. But, not always people. Some, yes.

Adelaide. Nick, sometimes. Allona. Majke.

So, yeah. He could, if she let him.

She might not. She didn't always. And that was okay, too.

"It ain't that long," he grumbles, but still lets her have it anyway. "Well. Ye wanna have this conversation at th' table or in th' livin' room?"

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@majkemaniiia

Taking the proffered coffee from her hands, Seamus curls his own around the paper take-away cup, crookedly grin stretching a bit higher, a bit wider. "Eh, s'pose I can deal with that, then," he demures, chuckling quietly as he takes a sip and moves to lean against his own kitchen counter.

They'll sit in a moment. For now, though, he wants to stand.

Majke looks down at the Collie, her big black and white plume of a tail thumping against the hardwood, and Seamus snorts quietly. He clicks his tongue and gives a little click and she bounds over, pressing her head into the hand he offers her.

Majke speaks and Seamus turns to listen, nodding as she goes on. "An' ye want me tah see if I can help, eh? I can try. As fer th' mast bit, well, that might take another coffee an' a longer day."

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