typhoon visitors, returning aine? ✦ close to me

[gael]

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Rage unfurls its wings as Kian steps forward, playing diplomat instead of soldier.  The wind picks up around him, a gentle warning of what he was capable of.  As sure as his cousin could drown his enemies, he could take oxygen away from them.  Briefly he remembers how he attempted that on the child they sought -- not that it did anything to the glitching girl.

He tries not to seethe, focusing on Kian's efforts to be polite.  Politeness did not win wars, contrary to what Raziel likely believed.  "I don' imagine anyone wants trouble, Kian," he snapped.  Typically he tried to maintain his patience, but the game ran thin.  Get to the point, cousin.  You're not your brother.  "Ná déan tástáil orm."

This circled around to the children as he knew it was.  If life was chess, then a parent's children were the kings and queens -- the most important and vital to protect pieces they had.  The second they lost them, the game crumbled.  Nothing truly mattered without them.  When someone lost their parents they were an orphan, but when they lost a child... There was no word for that kind of pain.

He already lost one.  To the fire that took their home, he lost Alaire.  He lost Salome.  He would not lose Aine.  He would not lose her to his extended family, especially.  He stood at check-mate, and he knew he'd surrender this game, this round.  They just want Suvi.  "Tá a fhios agam."

Gael was prepared to speak to Raziel, biting words on his tongue.  Typically children was where the vulpine drew the line himself -- he knew Suvi was an exception when he tried to hurt her in anger.  He found himself interrupted however, head turning at the sound of a Scottish voice.  Seamus.

'Embry' stood away with the youth demanded, unsurprisingly.  Gael had been the one to suggest he keep an eye on her after all.  He growled low in frustration, shaking his head at first.  He needed time to think, but time seemed to turn without him.  Fair trade?  Yes, for the most part.

He lacks the time warning to remind Embry the child glitches, watching as she's there one second, then gone the next.  The vulpine regards her silently, resigned -- not completely unhappily -- to the course of events as follows.  Assuming Raziel let her go, he'd aim to pull Aine closer with a gentle paw.

"Go then," he huffed.  The faerie wanted nothing more to do with the others.  It was not good to see them again, not when they pulled Aine into things she had nothing to do with.  "You have what you came for."

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

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