09-27-2020, 04:31 PM
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He knew how deeply his daughter cherished her friendship with Trygve, brows creasing in concern -- he found no appeal in the concept of a date going south between them. But this is their call. Fond as they were of each other, he suspected it would proceed fine.
Gael released a deep breath, leveling golden optics directly on Trygve. Aine made her choice, flustered as she appeared to be -- despite it all perhaps she had never seen this coming.
"I expect both of you home at a reasonable hour following this date, whenever it is." Clear, the icy protective look in the Ardent's eyes. He may trust Trygve most days, despite the boy's impulsive nature, but this was different -- new territory.
Deeper down, the faerie felt less solid; wary of sending his daughter off on her first date. A thought lingered, of attempting to push this off, insist on more time -- he did not feel the most stable, on this new ground.
Yet he may be sending Trygve off on his first date as well. He felt inclined to encourage him too; later. Aine came first, as she always did.
♛ GAEL Ó BROIN
An occasion such as this had seem inevitable -- the vulpine had paid close attention to Trygve since they first met. At times, Gael had wondered when the boy may take a step in a new direction; change the course of the clearly dear friendship he held with Aine. It is only a date.He knew how deeply his daughter cherished her friendship with Trygve, brows creasing in concern -- he found no appeal in the concept of a date going south between them. But this is their call. Fond as they were of each other, he suspected it would proceed fine.
Gael released a deep breath, leveling golden optics directly on Trygve. Aine made her choice, flustered as she appeared to be -- despite it all perhaps she had never seen this coming.
"I expect both of you home at a reasonable hour following this date, whenever it is." Clear, the icy protective look in the Ardent's eyes. He may trust Trygve most days, despite the boy's impulsive nature, but this was different -- new territory.
Deeper down, the faerie felt less solid; wary of sending his daughter off on her first date. A thought lingered, of attempting to push this off, insist on more time -- he did not feel the most stable, on this new ground.
Yet he may be sending Trygve off on his first date as well. He felt inclined to encourage him too; later. Aine came first, as she always did.
"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / ardent / lamby