The vulpine heard news of the strange tree from his daughter -- a place sprung out of the ground with unusual gems that cast lights into the sky.  When he saw sudden light cut through the open sky, the faerie knew exactly where they led.  And it may be worth the visit.

The new Ardent departed with a simple command to the Pitt -- those who desired to come may, but he believed it be more strategic to observe than incite any violence during this time.  Gael viewed knowledge as a far more powerful commodity than brute force and aggression.

Finding himself the first, Gael twitched his ear as he regarded the Pitt's entryway and the red gem within.  A fascinating and unusual occurrence -- even to he who had known the earth for well over a number of centuries.  It may be the topic of his next painting, whenever he held a moment to himself.

The faerie was nothing if not a stone of calm and ease as he took a silent seat -- patiently awaiting for others to arrive.  In the meantime, his golden gaze remained steady on the tree, thoughts resting on the intriguing place.

The rarity of a pirate speaking with any amiability is enough to gain the vulpine's ear -- eyes intrigued as he noticed the draconic nature of the feline.  A likely familial connection to a certain young boy if he ever saw one. 

The exhaustion holds him silent for longer; he knew that look.  It was one he saw in the mirror often, when the memories and grief sank heavy into his heart and soul.  "First time, you?"  Gael decided to speak in turn, though his words came more stiff than intended -- enough so he found himself withholding a sigh.  Small talk made little sense to the faerie in the end, even after all this time.

As Vigenere made his appearance known, the Ardent only flicked his ear in a minimal acknowledgement of the Luminary's fury.  If the savannah sought to judge him on the actions of his predecessors, he would pay him full in kind -- at another time.  He did not come with the intent to antagonize, but to listen and observe.

As Hani and Alani spoke, Gael offered his full attention -- to speak in relative unison must be no small feat.  Impressive. "A pleasure.  Call me Gael."

Soon his golden gaze shifted however, thoughtful as a tiny feline spoke besides the tired pirate.  Her resemblance to the twins and sightless eyes offered no doubt to who she was.  Keona.

The vulpine failed to find time to confront the familial matter before one of his own made zer presence known.  Swift irritation ran through the Ardent like a gust of wind.  "Aston.  Mind personal space, this is the only warning I will give you."

"This gathering is not meant for your entertainment -- if you wish to attend, you can do so sitting on your own.  If that's too lackluster for you, then go home."

The icy warning rang clear in his crisp voice.  The faerie did not break his promises -- if the shapeshifter continued to exhibit the blatant show of disrespect, he planned on knocking the air out of zer lungs himself.