06-20-2019, 05:15 PM
Amidst the day's business, the cross fox almost walked by the unconscious figure on the ground. Almost, but through his sharp hazel eyes, Gael quickly discovered this face was unfamiliar. Another little fox, like Aine, but stranger in color -- an arctic fox from what he could tell, with golden fur. A thoughtful frown spread across his maw.
Her physical state clearly spoke ill. We've had a prisoner here this whole time then? Intrigued, the faerie stepped forward, crouching by the youth's side. Could this be reason for attack? She smelled more of the Pitt from time, but he caught odd traces of the sea and swamp and earth. You're a strange one.
Gael flicked an ear, deciding to play nice for a moment, for the sake of knowledge. Gently, he reached out to nudge and shake her. I have no use for prisoners who can't even stay awake. She needs a medic. He had a strange feeling she was a medic. The earthy smell she carried that couldn't be washed away save for a great deal of time spoke of such.
Idly, he rose his head, sighing. "Anyone know where [member=483]EMBRY[/member] is?" A keen lack of interest -- as if this wasn't at all an interesting situation to say the least -- penetrated his voice as he raised it. I wonder... If you might know her, cousin, he mused.
He kept the other fox's secret safe, for now. Yet the vulpine grew restless and angry -- one step out of line and 'Embry' may find himself locked in a cell, or worse. This youth on the ground however, may not be so safe from his immediate wrath. First, he wanted to know where she came from. Perhaps even a name.
She'd fail to offer such information lying out cold like this. She needed medical attention, at least a little. Enough to provide him something useful. "You ought to wake up, a leanbh " He spoke soft, as if he were perhaps speaking to Aine, though she seemed to be older than his own child. If she opened her eyes, Gael only wore the minimal, gentle smile. He cared little for deception in the end, since he had suffered on the receiving end, only hoping to perhaps show the girl he truly intended to help her. Well, help her some.
// Mobile
Her physical state clearly spoke ill. We've had a prisoner here this whole time then? Intrigued, the faerie stepped forward, crouching by the youth's side. Could this be reason for attack? She smelled more of the Pitt from time, but he caught odd traces of the sea and swamp and earth. You're a strange one.
Gael flicked an ear, deciding to play nice for a moment, for the sake of knowledge. Gently, he reached out to nudge and shake her. I have no use for prisoners who can't even stay awake. She needs a medic. He had a strange feeling she was a medic. The earthy smell she carried that couldn't be washed away save for a great deal of time spoke of such.
Idly, he rose his head, sighing. "Anyone know where [member=483]EMBRY[/member] is?" A keen lack of interest -- as if this wasn't at all an interesting situation to say the least -- penetrated his voice as he raised it. I wonder... If you might know her, cousin, he mused.
He kept the other fox's secret safe, for now. Yet the vulpine grew restless and angry -- one step out of line and 'Embry' may find himself locked in a cell, or worse. This youth on the ground however, may not be so safe from his immediate wrath. First, he wanted to know where she came from. Perhaps even a name.
She'd fail to offer such information lying out cold like this. She needed medical attention, at least a little. Enough to provide him something useful. "You ought to wake up, a leanbh " He spoke soft, as if he were perhaps speaking to Aine, though she seemed to be older than his own child. If she opened her eyes, Gael only wore the minimal, gentle smile. He cared little for deception in the end, since he had suffered on the receiving end, only hoping to perhaps show the girl he truly intended to help her. Well, help her some.
// Mobile
"ISN'T IT LOVELY?" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / pittian / lamby
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