HAIL TO THE KING | meet and greet

[gael]

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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."

"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / the pitt / lamby

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