01-18-2021, 06:41 PM
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His brows creased in thorough confusion. His morning patrol over, the vulpine heaved a breath and padded over to the group -- bemused gaze scanning over them analytically. Aine had something with her and Kian seemed to be scheming or sharing a secret. An unusual combination.
"What's this then?" The faerie inquired, truly at a loss -- he could not recall stumbling on a meeting like this in the middle of the marketplace before. It was entirely out of character for Aine in particular.
Of course he possessed an awareness of the time; January marked another year past, but the exact date eluded him. He only bothered with the birthdays of others, rather than himself, after all -- disinterested in celebration. Consequently, he regarded the group with complete obliviousness to the occasion.
♛ GAEL Ó BROIN
The marketplace happened to be the last place the vulpine expected to find his entire family gathered -- both blood and adopted. Only Trygve appeared to be missing, although the Ardent saw that as a hopeful sign he was resting in the white temple.His brows creased in thorough confusion. His morning patrol over, the vulpine heaved a breath and padded over to the group -- bemused gaze scanning over them analytically. Aine had something with her and Kian seemed to be scheming or sharing a secret. An unusual combination.
"What's this then?" The faerie inquired, truly at a loss -- he could not recall stumbling on a meeting like this in the middle of the marketplace before. It was entirely out of character for Aine in particular.
Of course he possessed an awareness of the time; January marked another year past, but the exact date eluded him. He only bothered with the birthdays of others, rather than himself, after all -- disinterested in celebration. Consequently, he regarded the group with complete obliviousness to the occasion.
"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby