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[gael]

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The black and red fox regarded the interaction between vulpine and jaguar curiously, with some detachment.  The private conversation clearly pertained to himself and Aine, but it mattered little.  He felt no threat here.  As such he stood patiently as the ardent made his decision.

Sharp and loyal they could be.  He dipped his head, "thank you." Accustomed to maintaining a facade, he passively ignored the other fox's brief gaze on Aine, ear flicking as he spoke of 'further terms'.  "Of course." We will see.

"Tar Aine, tá sé ceart go leor anois," he smiled lightly, nudging his daughter gently.  She had been, he had not failed to notice, a little distracted during the conversation.  As usual.  Perhaps she had seen something in the jungle. "Fan ar do bharraicíní, a leanbh."

"I have not properly introduced the two of us, and I apologize," he announced, inclining his head once more in a polite manner.  As if he would offer names before settling matters.  "I am Gael Ó Broin, and my daughter is called Aine Ní Broin."

"HAIL TO THE KING" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby

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