"Ladies and gentlemen," came a voice as Rowan emerged from the
bathroom, hair wet and freshly clothes in black UFO pants and a midnight T-
Shirt that read, 'I hate you'. "Boy's a' girls, Irish of all ages, here's a
wonder for you."
Like a robot, Rowan whispered along, "The 5 year old prodigy who can
throw knives and flips on his feet. Prepare to meet-" Rowan stopped but the
voice carried on.
"Rowan."
"Jasper."
"*Dia duit." Rowan stared at the man who stepped forward, soaking in
his face as the room started to empty. The face was tanner and had been
washed white recently, but regaining colour now. The laugh lines were
deeper and the hair a little shorter, shot with grey, but the eyes were
still the same, the bright green he remembered, still flecked with hazel.
"**Conas ta tu?" Jasper couldn't speak but began to talk. And Rowan began to listen.
*- (Irish) Hello **- (Irish) what's new? How are you?
Sorry for short chapters but I've been reworking a lot of this- my files were lost so I decided to change a few places I was going to carry the plot. I've also been working on the follow up. (Be happy)
"**Conas ta tu?" Jasper couldn't speak but began to talk. And Rowan began to listen.
*- (Irish) Hello **- (Irish) what's new? How are you?
Sorry for short chapters but I've been reworking a lot of this- my files were lost so I decided to change a few places I was going to carry the plot. I've also been working on the follow up. (Be happy)
