Happy Early St. Pattys Day :)

She was avoiding him.

Or at least that's how it felt. Not that it bothered him. Nope not one bit. For a knight had more pride than that. But he had lost his pride so many years ago. So, nope it didn't bother Diarmuid Ua Duibhne- a knight of Fionna; that the one master in all of Chaldea and young maiden who had confessed to him basically ran away every time they were in close proximity. To be more accurate, when she encountered him, she greeted him and promptly hid herself behind whatever hero that happened to be with her- which was pretty much always.

Of course he would never force the young magus into a conversation but it was becoming clear that favorites were rising. That meant, when mission's did resume; she'd mostly like contract with them. Perhaps it was selfish, to think that Chaldea would be another chance to serve a master to his fullest. A master who might be worthy. On the rare occasion that Rin had been able to speak a semi-decent conversation he practically fell over when she said that her father had been a Lord but since his passing she was now the head of her house. So in a way, she was a Lord too? Rin had mused aloud because being a lady was no fun in her opinion. His chivalry and pride of a knight was practically weeping inside as she pondered.

He knew the other celtic Lancer, Cu Chulainn was depressed that he couldn't get near Rin and even more pissed that Berserker could. Scáthach had been particularly brutal in her comments to the celtic hero. Apparently, Scáthach- had particular wisdom she wanted to bestow to Rin. Rin immediately declared that Scáthach was awesome in every possible way. Heavens only knew what they talked about.

Sighing, he made his way to the cafeteria- where he could surely get a drink. While he would certainly NOT sit whining about his issues all day like certain other celtic heroes, he could enjoy a moment of wallowing. He wondered idly if Rin had been magically cursed or blessed to cause heroes to endear themselves to her so well.

"HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!" Rin popped out to stand before him before him decked out in a dark green dress that mirrored his normal coloring in attire. Her normally twin tailed hair brushed loose and straight. Blue eyes seeming larger and brighter against the color. She grinned up at him widely as she held up a tray of cupcakes. Scáthach stood behind her, her expression neutral as she patted Rin on the head.

"It's sort of a modern holiday during my time but I thought it'd be nice to celebrate anyways! I made them with Atalanta!" Rin said cheerfully with a light blush already dusting across her cheeks.

For a moment, he as at a loss for words. Obviously, Rin did not have any celtic blood in her but it was endearing. Though he wondered why Berserker and particularly Scáthach had not stressed the finer points of their celtic heritage to her. It was more entirely possible, that perhaps Berserker had tried but fell weak under the girls will. For it certainly seemed, Berserker had found someone he preferred above everyone else. He had no reason for Scáthach. This change in behavior must have been due to her. Not that it had bothered him. Behind Rin, Scáthach raised an eyebrow as she gestured to a waiting Rin as other heroes slinked in behind her. Such a odd group of heroes, the young master had collected.

"It is always good to celebrate with friends." Diarmuid said solemnly as he took a cupcake. Clearly, this was the correct response as Rin's smile grew impossibly wider. Putting the tray on a nearby table, Rin attached herself to him as she asked him to tell her tales of being a knight. It caught him off caught since she was fast friends with Arthur and his knights (for they always seemed to putter about her all the time). Surely, they told her wondrous tales. As Rin, looked up at him with bright eyes- he smiled which made her promptly blush even harder.

Yes, what pride he would have to serve such a master.

Aww