LET MY PEOPLE GO / typhoon visit

[gael]

♛

Trust Aine to grow a spine near strangers.  A flash of red and black fur through the trees revealed the frowning Faerie.  Golden-hazel eyes flickered over Argus and Goldenluxury thoughtfully as they spoke -- they seem to know one another -- but his clear focus was on his daughter.  With the briefest glance at Fourthwall, he aimed to quickly scoop the girl up by the scruff.

Gael would then drop her gently on his paws, allowing him to give the Typhoon captain more attention.  So this is my dear cousin's captain.  Intrigue clearly lit in the vulpine's eyes.  Just slightly, he cocked his head, thinking over the word about.  He still found the deal rather interesting, given it had been in place before he and Aine had arrived.  He knew very little of what came before and such, but he didn't really care much.  He was not in these lands for mortal affairs.

Regardless, he offered the captain the lightest smile in gratitude.  He took note of the herbs and lightly nudged his daughter, eyes warm.  He knew his little druid took great interest in such matters.  "We'll put the supplies to good use, go raibh maith agat a Chaptaen."

// mobile translation: thank you captain

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

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