The Phouka was out enjoying the day, the last gasp of summer, and he heard the music. He recognized Fin's voice the moment he began to sing and he nearly began to run to see the man. He was panting a bit when he got there but he waited patiently for Fin to finish before he applauded.
"Very lovely, my friend," he said warmly. Keats was on his feet and sniffing the Phouka and licking his hands. "It is so good to see you, Finlay."
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Date: 2016-09-06 10:06 pm (UTC)"Very lovely, my friend," he said warmly. Keats was on his feet and sniffing the Phouka and licking his hands. "It is so good to see you, Finlay."