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Hiiii! I know I know, I have been missing for some time now please don’t be mad. I spent the last few week settling into university as I am now studying abroad in England! Do forgive me for my tardiness XD

In the meantime I will now introduce a new character into the story so Lorcan will finally meet someone who knows his name heehee. His name is Daire, he is a dramatic daredevil character whose always cracking a joke, but not in an annoying way. He has ginger hair tied back in a short ponytail, dark blue eyes. He’s relatively tall and fit, he’s not attractive in the conventional way but he has the sort of laugh and smile that is genuinely contagious so people generally like him.

 

Daire

Daire was more than happy to just continue the rest of his day doing nothing else than snacking on those freshly made pancakes. Who cared if he didn’t turn up for training? His mother would kill him of course – but he would worry about that later. After all she never kept her promises of spanking him with that large wooden spoon hanging above the cooker.

Anyways just in case – he would keep the bow and arrows in his bag. As well as a his good knife for carving his face into random trees. Yeah actually – maybe he should stop doing that. The dwarves were sensitive about people carving designs into their trees without their permission. They were especially outraged at his utter masterpieces. It wasn’t his fault that they had no appreciation for art!

He mooched along happily, his bare feet treading on soft mossy forest floor. Getting farther and farther away from civilisation with nothing but a bag full of pancakes was his ideal afternoon. What a blissful way to-

Whoosh

The floor disappeared beneath his feet and suddenly he was freefalling. Daire screamed. He hugged his pancakes desperately to his chest as he tumbled through darkness, wind whistling in his ears.

“Darn it!” He shrieked. “Why now? Why meee?! I – just – wanna – enjoy my pan-

Light burst in his eyelids and walls of rock swam in his vision. Then he slammed into what felt like a body.

“Agh! Ow!” Daire groaned. “That hurt now!”

He wasn’t actually hurt. Not badly, maybe just bruised here and there. There was a throbbing in his left leg, but he ignored it as he suddenly realised that he was no longer holding that batch of warm food. His pancakes! Where were they?

He shoved himself off the unfortunate person and began to crawl about desperately. He spotted his bag straight away. “Okay,” he muttered as he checked the contents. “Right me bag is here.”

But the pancakes he had been holding were no longer to be seen.

“No! No no no, me flipping pancakes, where are they?” He scrabbled around looking in the muck and dampness of the cavern floor for his food. This whole thing was enough to break his heart!

It was then that he realised that he was being watched by a group of people.

He smiled at them toothily, flicking a strand of hair out of his eyes. “How ya now? Name’s Daire. Have ye lovely strangers seen my pancakes by any chance? They’re about this size.” He made a large circular shape with his hands. “Please do tell me if you’ve seen them. They’ll get cold, and I prefer them when they’re still roasting, you know what I’m saying?”