Where there is ruin... (Ireland)

[Aiden Finnegan]

It was beyond refreshing to be back in Ireland. Aiden stepped off his private jet, Sage and Jaxen in tow, and directly into a hired car. So convenient. From there, they made their way into the Belfast city centre and settled into their rooms at a posh hotel just down the street from Victoria Square, the bright blue dome of the complex visible from the balconies of their rooms. They did not plan on staying long, but Aiden had insisted on the rooms, and he had paid for them as well.

                From there, they had plotted out the first leg of their adventure over a warm meal. Aiden had a heaping bowl of colcannon along with corned beef and cabbage. It was not the fanciest dish, but it’s what Aiden had grown up on and it fed his soul to bursting. Jaxen did most of the talking over dinner, informing them that they would be investigating the Giants Causeway first. Aiden had to hide his excitement; it was all starting to feel real. What would his parents say if they knew that their beloved homeland had a fantastical and mysterious past? Likely they would not believe a lick of it.

                After dinner, they set out once more; Aiden covering the travel expenses again. En route to their destination, Aiden pulled a large box out of his carry-on bag and passed it to Sage.

                “I saw you looking at them,” Aiden said sheepishly as Sage took the parcel, “I don’t know why I didn’t think to buy you one before…”

                Inside the wrappings was a state-of-the-art drone. Aiden did everything in his power to ignore Jaxen, he was most likely leering at the pair.