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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Melting from the shadows, the vulpine stepped away from the jungle into the sun.  The colors of his fur shimmered, molten beneath the heat as golden-hazel eyes locked thoughtfully on the stranger before him.

The second stranger to approach in recent days.  Gael only regarded the feline neutrally, his lilted voice cold.  "Why are you here?"

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby