01-02-2021, 10:42 PM
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It was difficult to say the boy did not earn a considerable amount of ire from the Ardent as a result.
Moreover, what they had seen at the meeting had been a concern; leaving Gael uncertain but suspecting they might finally see the boy again. For Aine, it presented hope, but the faerie considered it lucky they had even been recognized in the first place. Everything had been distinctly off about Trygve and his state of mind.
Anger is often a silent matter to the vulpine -- ice cold. It's sharp in his eyes when a missing voice pierces his ears; interrupting thoughts of patrols and recovery efforts. His paws halt immediately, a number of choice words passing through his mind.
In the end, his daughter both grounds him and kindles the fire; the wind snapping and cold air threatening to completely stop around the jaguar. Yet the broken joy in Aine's eyes and voice is enough to ease the worst of the rage hardly a second later, as though nothing happened at all, though his hazel eyes still glint with dangerous wrath as he came to a halt besides Saintkit.
"Trygve." He is quiet, surprising even himself; just reluctant enough to interrupt Aine's happiness. "I expected better of you." Hard disappointment, would be the most the boy received; not a single trace of warmth or open arms.
"And I will hold you to your words today." Not a warning, but a promise -- he would have to earn the trust he lost, for Gael was not as forgiving as Aine.
He turned his head, coolly turning his focus on another -- Saintkit. "It is okay, no one is coming to hurt us. Aine will tend to his injuries, and it will be okay."
♛ GAEL Ó BROIN
Trygve's departure had inflected a noticeable deal of stress on those he left behind -- ranging from grief to despair and rage. The vulpine had spent numerous days increasing the lengths of his patrols, searching, for someone who's absence single-handedly shattered his daughter's heart. It was difficult to say the boy did not earn a considerable amount of ire from the Ardent as a result.
Moreover, what they had seen at the meeting had been a concern; leaving Gael uncertain but suspecting they might finally see the boy again. For Aine, it presented hope, but the faerie considered it lucky they had even been recognized in the first place. Everything had been distinctly off about Trygve and his state of mind.
Anger is often a silent matter to the vulpine -- ice cold. It's sharp in his eyes when a missing voice pierces his ears; interrupting thoughts of patrols and recovery efforts. His paws halt immediately, a number of choice words passing through his mind.
In the end, his daughter both grounds him and kindles the fire; the wind snapping and cold air threatening to completely stop around the jaguar. Yet the broken joy in Aine's eyes and voice is enough to ease the worst of the rage hardly a second later, as though nothing happened at all, though his hazel eyes still glint with dangerous wrath as he came to a halt besides Saintkit.
"Trygve." He is quiet, surprising even himself; just reluctant enough to interrupt Aine's happiness. "I expected better of you." Hard disappointment, would be the most the boy received; not a single trace of warmth or open arms.
"And I will hold you to your words today." Not a warning, but a promise -- he would have to earn the trust he lost, for Gael was not as forgiving as Aine.
He turned his head, coolly turning his focus on another -- Saintkit. "It is okay, no one is coming to hurt us. Aine will tend to his injuries, and it will be okay."
"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby