12-21-2019, 04:59 PM
A holiday event. The vulpine flicked his ear, a thoughtful crease in his brow. "I don't believe I have the power to accept any invitations on behalf of the Pitt, but I see no reason Aine and myself can't attend." While Gael lingered heavily on the introverted side, he found the concept of encouraging Aine to enjoy a holiday gathering appealing. She deserved the opportunity for fun.
The faerie wondered, naturally, how the other groups felt about this. Assuming the Gat had invited them with the same information. Just because no conflict or 'bickering' would be permitted, he doubted feelings of friendship and merriment would come easy, if at all. "Of course, I find it hard to believe your other guests approve of your invitation to us." Both a statement and question in nature, his tone cool.
The faerie wondered, naturally, how the other groups felt about this. Assuming the Gat had invited them with the same information. Just because no conflict or 'bickering' would be permitted, he doubted feelings of friendship and merriment would come easy, if at all. "Of course, I find it hard to believe your other guests approve of your invitation to us." Both a statement and question in nature, his tone cool.
"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby