02-20-2020, 01:33 PM
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The petite vixen quickly slid to her father's side, sinking low to the ground defensively at the sight of Aurum. It was always Aurum. All she had here was sand. Sand everywhere. Not vines. Could she still control the sand? Da can blow out fires... He can... He can stop... Any fire. She swallows a lump back in her throat. "Da? [abbr=what did we do?]Cad a rinne muid?[/abbr] … [abbr=can you make them go away?]An féidir leat a dhéanamh orthu dul ar shiúl?[/abbr]"
Hadn't they been bullied enough? Jervis was gone. Who could've done something to make the Tanglers mad again? She didn't understand.
I'll come back when you call me
Aine might've turned tail the second she caught the smell. Swamp. Tanglewood. Tanglewood... Fire. Aurum. Fire. Yet her hazel hues, flecked with gold, caught her father. Standing his ground. Alone. With only Sweeny. The Tanglers looked mad too.The petite vixen quickly slid to her father's side, sinking low to the ground defensively at the sight of Aurum. It was always Aurum. All she had here was sand. Sand everywhere. Not vines. Could she still control the sand? Da can blow out fires... He can... He can stop... Any fire. She swallows a lump back in her throat. "Da? [abbr=what did we do?]Cad a rinne muid?[/abbr] … [abbr=can you make them go away?]An féidir leat a dhéanamh orthu dul ar shiúl?[/abbr]"
Hadn't they been bullied enough? Jervis was gone. Who could've done something to make the Tanglers mad again? She didn't understand.
— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —