SOLDIER KEEP ON MARCHIN' ON | joiners

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— aine | the pitt | fae druid —

Stranger.  The little fox froze.  Her absent sand sketching came to a sharp halt.  ‘Before things get violent.’  Aine knew a threat when she heard one.  Sharply, her head shot up towards her father.  Bright hazel hues watched, large and curious.  Unbothered.  He only stood strong.  The fae bit the inside of her cheek.  After a second, she scrambled to a taller standing position, yet remained obediently behind her father.

The tiniest of steps back, Aine positioned herself in her father’s shadow.  Out of the way.  She was fairly certain that his earlier command was still in effect.  Not to mention, she felt better here.  Less attention-grabbing, surely.

Strangers, she realized as another fox arrived.  He only spoke briefly, in a familiar salutation.  Dia dhuit.  His accent was funny, she mused, almost smiling.  Very weird.  Her father’s answer, in turn, possessed likewise familiarity.  He’s Scottish.  Weird.  A question sat on her tongue, growing heavy as time passed.  The thought of raising her voice amidst the current conversation made her stomach flutter harshly.  No.

Her father began to speak, and her eyes immediately shifted.  Dark ears perked.  He wants us to stay here?  Aine bit her tongue this time, and sat down, resigned to hear the whole conversation out.  Her father had not told her to be quiet, but it made sense.  Adults talking.

The first feline to appear was easily larger than every single one of them.  Aine shifted her paws, one over the other.  He did not speak to them, only to the fox.  She nearly jumped to her paws, eager to know too.  Beneath the jaguar’s friendlier gaze, she only moved back, shooting her father another look.  He did not seem threatened by any of them, even the first fox, but the jaguar earned a nod.  Some shared respect.

When the massive cat finished speaking, her father continued.  He does want us to stay here.  Aine rocked a little.  They were not all bad, per se, considering only one of three looked truly unfriendly.  If they let them in, she could probably find her butterfly.  Right? 

At the mention of her own ‘assets’ as it were, Aine brightened up considerably, giving her father complete attention.  Her eyes glowed from the praise.  Yes, she was a druid.  In-training.  Of sorts.  Self-taught with some guidance.  Everyone could use a druid.  The petite vixen hummed softly, straightening her back once more.

If this was her father’s decision, she would follow it.  Little to no question.  She tilted her chin, presenting a shy sort of confidence as her father finished speaking.

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