10-22-2020, 12:17 AM
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Gael furrowed his brow, thinking of Trygve's last visitor -- the news Roan brought had been unhappy indeed. Golden-hazel eyes narrowed, distinctly lacking the 'trust' the coyote requested. Pirates hardly deserved trust, as far as the faerie felt.
The youth should be resting, but the Ardent knew Trygve would still be likely to show. Staying still did not suit the boy, even when it was good for his health. He doubted he or Aine could scold him enough to change that -- not that Aine didn't seem to suffer the same antsy affliction.
"Michael." Gael inclined his head. "I will leave it up to Trygve, if he wishes to speak to you." If not, the vulpine would have no hesitations in escorting the dealer away. They had no need for pirates lingering in their territory.
♛ GAEL Ó BROIN
A Pittian by the name of Michael had become a vague memory to the vulpine -- inconsequential. He certainly recalled a Michael from the Typhoon however, ears flicking at the sound of the pirate's arrival.Gael furrowed his brow, thinking of Trygve's last visitor -- the news Roan brought had been unhappy indeed. Golden-hazel eyes narrowed, distinctly lacking the 'trust' the coyote requested. Pirates hardly deserved trust, as far as the faerie felt.
The youth should be resting, but the Ardent knew Trygve would still be likely to show. Staying still did not suit the boy, even when it was good for his health. He doubted he or Aine could scold him enough to change that -- not that Aine didn't seem to suffer the same antsy affliction.
"Michael." Gael inclined his head. "I will leave it up to Trygve, if he wishes to speak to you." If not, the vulpine would have no hesitations in escorting the dealer away. They had no need for pirates lingering in their territory.
"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby