LET MY PEOPLE GO / typhoon visit

[gael]

♛

Gael failed to comprehend fully why he felt tense, but he did.  Even as Jervis arrived, something felt off.  We're not friends -- there's a deal.  But Séamus didn't say they'd attack us.  A frown quickly replaced his polite smile.  Oh dear cousin... If you've anything to do with this...

A flash of light.  Crackling electricity and his fur bristled.  You've been played Jervis.  Without another thought, he aimed to quickly grab Aine by her scruff, scrambling far, far back before the lioness struck again.  The smell of smoke through his flared nostrils concerned him.  Where did he take Aine if everything was on fire behind them?

His sharp eyes latched onto the winged captain.  Protectively, he dropped Aine beneath him, slamming his hind paws down firmly, pushing a harsh gust of wind to knock down the blazes beyond, careful not to fan them.  Cold rage coursed through his veins.  No one puts Aine in harm's way.  He's lost everything but her.  "You threaten my family, forghéilleann tú mo chol ceathrair, captaen," Gael's call is rough and dark.  A father's fury.  I warned him.

Now he'd pay.  One way or the other.

And whatever Jervis did to invoke this... For he suspected this as a warning attack.  No one had been directly hit, even if the fire threatened them behind.  He dug his claws into the ground.  I hope it was worth the threat to my daughter's safety. Or Séamus wasn't the only one with hell to pay.

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

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