Heaven knows if Gael had his way, he'd find a quiet place in the middle of nowhere to settle and never have to bother with... Socialization.  Life worked strangely; plans changed.  Having children taught him well the importance of interacting with others.  He was just an introvert.  If Aine's brother still lived, this would not be such an issue.  He would've found a place for them outside of boundaries and strange groups.  Alaire possessed a calmer desposition, but he would've been Aine's friend, just as his cousin Raziel had been his growing up.

That life laid in ash and dust behind him.  He would create a new path, one that would eventually earn him vengeance for what he had lost.  Time flowed slowly for him.  He could watch Aine grow up before taking a single step back in that direction.  No matter how long growing up took -- he did not mind if she grew slow, as some fae did, or fast.  He supposed, if he had a choice, she'd stay young for as long as possible.  Young and naive and free-spirited.  Unburdened.

She also must know how to socialize.  As such, Gael decided to seek her out before calling forth the 'meet and greet'.  Better she partakes in this than be out chasing butterflies.  The red and black vulpine, once he felt ready and instructed his daughter softly to stay and do this, he raised his voice hardly louder than he normally spoke.  "Meet and greet."

"We should start simple; just your name for now, then we'll talk more.  I am Gael Ó Broin."

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it was good to see that Gael had done as he said he would, and that was hosting a meet and greet. giving a soft yet awkward smile, the girl nodded in the direction of the fox and his daughter when she found them, ears flipping up before falling back down naturally, "my name is ramona lingré, but please call me ram!", she would announce herself quietly, a pleasant smile on her lips.

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Now that names were out of the way, Gael supposed he had to take this somewhere.  The price of following a child's commands.  Perhaps that was his antisocial nature talking.  The vulpine rolled his shoulders back, glancing at Gus with some mild amusement.  Being terribly old meant names meant terribly little in the long run; those afflicted with the mortal lifespan would die and be forgotten, no longer important, least of all to him.

Hazel, almost golden, eyes flickered around thoughtfully.  "I find asking questions is a meaningful method of getting to know others." Better than simply stating facts, although in either case, Gael knew better than to believe he'd 'know' anyone with just a few inquiries.  People lie after all.  "Consider this open forum," he offered, shrugging. "Anyone can ask, anyone answer."

He probably ought to throw a question out, he supposed.  Right.  "Nicknames? Did anyone have any at some point -- I don't believe I've ever gone by anything other than Gael myself.  But I call Aine 'ere Lottie sometimes."

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subtly shifting closer to kydobi, the young woman kept her eyes on the group, making note of name, appearance, and scent. "nicknames? only one I've gone by is ram ... my adopted brother used to call me a goat-head when he got mad at me." she gave a soft little chuckle at that before tipping her head, "what are some of your favorite memories?" she suggests before grinning almost hungrily, "mine was the first time I beat someone in a mock fight. well, it was actually a fight, but I didnt know that until my opponent had ripped open my nose."

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