Seamus paused, looking at his little sibling staring back towards him with confusion in his blue eyes. "Wha are we 'eadin'? Me legs 'urt from futtin' it!" The child protested, sitting on the green grass. "Oí want ter go 'um..."

 Picking Aiden up, Seamus sighed. "Dis is yisser country. Don't yer want ter clap it at al'?"

 "Naw."

 Another sigh left Seamus' lips. "We're almost ter de coast. Chucker yer want ter clap dat at laest?" Aiden had a questionable look on his face. "We'll go 'um after."

 After a moment passed, he spoke up. "Gran'."

 The cold air whipped through the two brother's brown hair gently, tossing it messily in every which direction. Yet as they got closer, the wind carried something along with it. Notes of a song.

 "Is dat a mermaid lurin' us ter de sea?" Aiden asked, now feeling rather interested to be here. "Chucker yer tink she'll be bonny?"

 "They're called merrows." Seamus noted softly, being drawn in by the music. "They lure tren into de ocean. they're said ter live in an 'enchanted' state. Bonny creatures they are..."

 As he went over the ridge, he saw a young girl standing in front of the waves, her (h/l)(h/c) hair whipping around in the wind, her hands clasped in front of her body as a soft voice floated along the winds.

 "Are you goin' to Scarborough Fair?"

 "That's de brit's own ballot..." Seamus noted to himself, putting Aiden on his feet. "But 'er voice is rapid."

 Aiden grabbed onto Seamus' shirt, pulling on it to gain his attention. "Is dat a merrow brah'der?"

 "Might as well be..." He said, looking back at the girl who continued singing through the lines. "She's settin' a spell on me wi' dat voice av 'ers."

 "Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine."

 "'ey lassy!" Aiden snapped loudly, making the girl stop on a sudden sharp note and turn to look at them. "Me brah'der wants ter blather ter yer!"

 Seamus panicked but when she covered her mouth to giggle, he breathed in relief. "I'm sorry! I didn't know there was anyone out here! A-Are you local!? It seems I might be lost!"

 Seamus laughed, watching as she came over so gracefully. She panted, catching her breath from a few meter's sprint before standing up to face the two. "Yeah. O-Oi'm visitin' de wee sprog 'ere...me brothers watch 'imself. We don't...blather as much anymore."

 "Oh..." She said softly, looking away unsure. "Did something happen between you all or..."

 "A bit av an shenanagans politically." Seamus said at the same volume. "We al' argue ter dis day over de smallest things. "Oi nade ter make sure me blud brah'der is doin' well wi' dem."

 "I'm guessing they're step-"

 "'alf brothers. Mom got raun." He shared a laugh with her before Aiden got his attention by tugging his pant sleeve. "Want ter cum wi' us, stay de noight? we 'av a spare room at de gaff..."

 She smiled sweetly, nodding. "Yeah...that sounds really nice..."

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 You found Aiden and Seamus' home quite welcoming, a beautiful and traditional Irish home with an interior with circular archways and fireplace to warm up the cold home on the chilling day.

 Aiden fell asleep on the way home, Seamus having to carry the young boy entirely the way back. "All my things are at the hotel I was staying at...I came here with some friends so I'll just call them...get the information later and go back in the morning."

 "Gran' plan..." He muttered, his eyes drooping. When he noticed you staring, he chuckled. "Sorry, oi'm knackered from futtin' it..."

 "We should both get some sleep." You replied with a yawn, covering your mouth to keep yourself from offending. "I'll just sleep out here-"

 "Naw...yer can sleep in me scratcher..." He stood up, taking your hand gently and leading you down the hall to the room beside where Aiden lay asleep. He opened the door to find his room, a bed above a small cavern filled with old books. "Me wee slice av 'eaven on earth..."

 Climbing up the ladder, you laid in his queen-sized bed and snuggled into the warm sheets as they rustled. Seamus laid down beside you, covering you with the sheets and doing so for himself.

 You turned away from him, snuggling into the sheets and sighing. "Yer gran' lassy?"

 "No," you muttered, looking towards him. "I'm not gran' whatsoever..."

 His arms went around your waist, his chin sliding on your arm. He whispered in your ear,"Yer can tell me what's botherin' yer..."

 "I'm just having problems at home..." You breathed, looking away from him. "I'm not lost...or looking for my hotel...I ran away from home with the only money I had and have nowhere to go..."

 "So you're moochin' aff me for de time bein'." He laughed gently, trying to raise your spirits. When it didn't work, he brushed your arm gently. "Yer can stay wi' me as long as yer nade ter..."

 "I don't want to impose-"

 "Craic." He cut off. "Oi 'av galore av room back 'um. I'll 'elp yer fend a job ter earn sum nicker. You'll be 'appy..."

 After a moment of waiting, he realized that you had fallen asleep listening to him, a smile on your face. He grinned, kissing your cheek and holding you close to him. "We'll blather aboyt it more in de mornin'..."