<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/beauxbatons/faylinn4_zpsbc57e562.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name (PC):</strong>Faylinn MacRhagnal (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=193964.msg9468759#msg9468759)<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>1st Year / TBD<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Single<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=110572790)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bordeaux Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salome Elisabetta Beliveau, Open<br/><strong>NOTE</strong>: Hover over Irish parts to see translation<br/><hr/><br/><acronym title="I still don't know if I trust this whole thing. Who ever heard of this place, anyway?">"Nach bhfuil fós a fhios agam má tá muinín mé an rud ar fad. Cé a chuala riamh an áit seo, ar aon nós?"</acronym>Came Carlow's thick brogue from the back seat of the SUV as it rumbled along the last stretch of country road to where Fay had been directed to meet the carriage. His Irish was impeccable and oddly comforting, Fay realized, as she looked out the window at the french countryside.<br/><br/><acronym title="The point is that no one has heard of it.">"Is é an pointe go bhfuil aon duine a chuala sé,"</acronym>Fay answered easily, hands lifting to push her red hair back away from her sweet face where she could pull it in to a tight ponytail.<acronym title="Do you think Tempest is okay?">"An gceapann tú go bhfuil Tempest ceart go leor?"</acronym>she asked, not for even the fiftieth time since they'd left the farm. Her answer earned a groan from her brother and a chuckle from her father.<br/><br/><acronym title="I'm sure he's fine. You saw how well Professor Desrosiers did with him once you got them aquainted. You'll see him soon, little fire. And then you'll see for yourself.">"Tá mé cinnte go tá sé breá. Chonaic tú cé chomh maith agus a rinne an tOllamh Desrosiers leis nuair a fuair tú iad aquainted. Feicfidh tú a fheiceáil dó go luath, beag Dóiteáin. Agus ansin beidh tú a fheiceáil duit féin.,"</acronym>her father answered.<br/><br/>Nodding, Fay felt her mouth smooth in to a grim, worried line. "I hope so," she answered in English when they pulled up at the stop.<br/><br/>A few minutes later and Fay was exchanging a surprisingly lingering hug with her older brother, valiantly blinking back even the hint of tears as she embraced him. As miserable as her brothers could make her, it stung to think about how much she would miss having them around. "Behave, kiddo," her brother grunted, and she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was probably holding back the urge to cry as much as she was.<br/><br/>"Yeah, whatever, I'm not the one who is dating a psycho," she shot back, taking one last chance to make it clear she thought his choice in women was insane... literally. Her brother shook his head with a chuckle and pushed her trunk over to her before climbing back in to the SUV, apparently done with saying goodbye.<br/><br/>Her father stroked her hair for a long moment, looking down at her with a proud, pained smile on his lips.<acronym title="I'm proud of you, little Fire. We will see you for Christmas break.">"Tá mé bródúil as tú, beag Dóiteáin. Beidh muid a fheiceann tú do shaoire na Nollag."</acronym><br/><br/>The two embraced then, and Fay clung to him as if her life depended upon it. In that moment, she knew that if Tempest wasn't already on his way to this new school, she'd refuse to leave, it hurt too much... Only knowing she had to get to her "baby" and take care of him helped her keep from begging him to take her home.<acronym title="I love you, Daddy">"Is breá liom tú, Daidí,"</acronym>she whispered, voice muffled by his shoulder.<br/><br/><acronym title="I love you too, my Fay. Now go. Do us proud. Show those prissy French how it's done.">"Is breá liom tú ró-, mo Fay. Anois dul. An bhfuil bródúil dúinn. Taispeáin iad siúd Fraince prissy conas a dhéanfar é."</acronym>Her father gently set her away from him, and she caught a glimmer of a tear in his eye as she looked down, bending to grab the handle of her trunk with one hand while the other subtly wiped at the tear in her eye.<br/><br/>Waving goodbye to her father and brother, she made her way up and on to the carriage, letting the staff take the trunk before she walked inside. It was eerily quiet, and outside she could hear the SUV pulling away, her father clearly unsure if he could stay to watch them leave. Hands in her pockets, Fay shuffled down the empty aisle before spotting a dark haired girl sitting in one of the seats. Coming up behind her, she peered over her shoulder for a moment at the horses over the page and immediately knew she needed to sit there. "Mind if I sit here?" she asked, her French heavily accented by her natural lilt, giving it an oddly exotic sound.<br/><br/>