Moira's Home

[Moira]

Locate well outside Dublin on the north side of the city, her family moved here two generations ago. After his wife died fighting the minions of the Wyrm, her grandfather took their new born son, and broke away from their Kin south of the city. Moving well away from the kin, the caern, and anything that would remind him of his beloved wife. Bitter, because he felt her death needless, he vowed to keep his children away from the eternal struggle against the Wyrm, Thus his Son Ian Kavanagh grew up knowing nothing about his Kin heritage. When he came of age he married Katie O'Hern, not knowing that she too came from a Kin family that had long ago disassociated, or were 'lost', as the truth is now lost in time, to Kin and garou alike.

Moira is the second Generation of Kavanagh to be raised not knowing her true history.

[Moira]

Arriving back home after having taken care of Gabriel, She makes her way to her bed, where she collapses in a tired heap. She barely managed to get undressed and ready for bed. Falling asleep almost instantly, she sleeps fitfully. Still feeling a bit tired the next day, she gets up late. Rushing downstairs to make a cup of hot herbal tea to invigorate herself. Her parents had already gotten up and left for the day, and her brother was God only knows where.

Gathering a few things from the basement, some old camping supplies, she hurried back upstairs. Moving about the kitchen she gathered a few more things for a nice breakfast, something she could toss together up at the ruins. She bet it had been awhile since he had had a 'decent' meal too. Grabbing a Thermos of cold milk, she figured she had enough, and headed out. Singing softly to herself as she hiked back towards the ruins.