Inevitable curiosity of the young was no doubt the culprit when the cross fox noticed his daughter had disappeared from the confines of the Pitt's camp.  The faerie flicked an ear.  And so it goes, he mused absently, having grown well-accustomed to his daughter's tendency to wander.

It was just the two of them now, and however much he knew he could probably trust her to stay in sight of someone, he did not resist the pull to follow.  He was still learning the layout of the pyramids, let alone the jungle, but he let his nose guide him.  She could not have wandered far.  No farther than the jungle at least.  Running into the desert would be foolish, even for a child.

Sure enough, the jaguar known as Kydobi had been tailing her as well.  And all is well.  He cocked his head as he examined the brightly colored insect adorning Aine's nose.  Her prey, their fellow Pittian had called it.  She must have been chasing it then.  He raised a brow.  An unsurprising predicament in all honesty.  The child was naive and soft; she would never have harmed the creature.

Idly he wondered if these traits would prove troublesome in the future.  His kingly cousin was soft, and pacifistic.  Both our families suffered for it.  He could certainly work on that a little, enough at least, so that she was at least capable of fending for herself.

"An bhfuil tú féin ag baint taitnimh as, Lottie?" The vulpine inquired lightly, regarding his child thoughtfully.  "Looks as if you've made a new friend."  Another matter of concern he would have to take in account in their new home.  Heaven knows he had not seen any other youth running about.

Heaven knows the red and black fox would not chase butterflies.  He could however, encourage the practice with the consideration it could be an educational benefit for Aine.  As such, he gave the child a smile, shrugging his shoulders.  "'Course.  We should start this way then, child," he directed with a thoughtful crease in his brow.  For he was watching Aine's first butterfly with wary eyes.  Perhaps she had simply lost sight of it due to the distraction of all of the plant life.

Or it may be another problem.  Gael made a quick mental note to address the matter when they were alone.  For the moment he passed it off as the child's overactive and easily distracted mind.

He directed his attention to the jaguar at their side, curious.  So there was another youth among the Pitt.  Not a name he knew but he'd keep an ear out for.  Having grown up with cousins his age, Gael asserted that having other children to interact with was important for developing youth.  He nodded silently as if in approval, before tilting his head as Kydobi poised his inquiry.

"Nothing good I am afraid," he began with a light frown.  He cast Aine a considered glance before continuing, "we come from a nation of others like us; the Fae call it Ardis." Of course, the Fae lived all across the known world.  It was the reason they all possessed different traits, accents and even species.  Ardis simply found importance in being the royal seat. "Our nation unfortunately lived among mortal neighbors of the unruly sort."

"I will not bore any of us with a detailing of the conflicts that followed," he was not interested in such exposition.  "Know that they drug us into the conflict through the attempted assassination of our royal family.  And some of them did die, leaving us a new king in my cousin, Raziel."

"Conflict lasted for years and years.  Then our king won peace through his words."  But he is soft and foolish; too hopeful. "But the tensions never truly faded.  Centuries of bloodshed between three nations; you cannot forget something like that, much less when you suffer from immortality."

"I had something of a death mark on my head.  The mortals remember me from my time as a soldier.  A small band of them, acting independently," as if it matters, "targeted me and my family." And then there were two.  His eyes softened as they darted towards Aine.

"We have nothing but a broken home to return to, so I decided it may be time to move on from that place.  Plenty of the Fae live elsewhere around the world, away from our kingdom.  I only stayed for my family and cousins, but one is gone, and my cousins move about as well.  I would protect Aine before I let stubbornness keep me in Ardis."

"The Pitt may seem an odd choice, but see how difficult it is to breach this jungle." An easily defendable place among people who claimed great strength.  Of course, all seemed quiet for now but the id a had not changed. "I can watch over Aine here and bring her up strong, without dividing my thoughts with the politics of that distant kingdom." Perhaps he had left things out, but Gael did not plan on revealing anything extra from the bare facts.  His quarrel with his cousin, for example, was his alone.

"As I said, nothing good, other than the idea we might have a new home I suppose."

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