08-22-2020, 07:10 PM
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Gael knew Trygve enough to recognize something had gone wrong -- the jaguar had not spoken with the same vigor or fire he often possessed. He may not bore the physical wounds he carried last time he came to their borders, but a pain haunted his eyes all the same. The faerie released a heavy sigh and nod.
He considered the youth for a moment longer in silence, eyes narrowed in careful thought. The time for questions would come later. This public setting was not the place to discuss heartfelt matters.
"There is still a place for you here, Trygve," he offered at last. It may be true, the treehouse had felt emptier without their guest, though the vulpine failed to admit to it aloud. He simply spoke to voice his own approval.
♛ GAEL Ó BROIN
Trygve Roux -- easily the most familiar 'outsider' to approach their borders, though the vulpine had to blink as the boy's reason to visit came apparent. No simple approach to see Aine but a formal request to join the Pitt. The faerie furrowed his brow as he approached, head inclining to Silent as the Ardent announced his decision.Gael knew Trygve enough to recognize something had gone wrong -- the jaguar had not spoken with the same vigor or fire he often possessed. He may not bore the physical wounds he carried last time he came to their borders, but a pain haunted his eyes all the same. The faerie released a heavy sigh and nod.
He considered the youth for a moment longer in silence, eyes narrowed in careful thought. The time for questions would come later. This public setting was not the place to discuss heartfelt matters.
"There is still a place for you here, Trygve," he offered at last. It may be true, the treehouse had felt emptier without their guest, though the vulpine failed to admit to it aloud. He simply spoke to voice his own approval.
"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / imperator / lamby