chin up --[children training session!]

[gael]

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Gael possessed the insight of fatherhood, something he decided many lacked among the Pitt.  He took little note of how few children lived among them in the jungle, they meant nothing to him.  Aine however, stood as his greatest purpose in the world.  Little else mattered aside from protecting her, watching over her, ensuring she made it to the next day alive and well.  He could not say his son did, nor could he say his wife did.

She stood the very reason he sought out the Pitt, however strange that seemed.  The strategy remained obvious and sound to him for the moment, though he would hardly feel treacherous for abandoning the group if it became clear he needed to take her elsewhere.  The Pitt possessed an easily defended territory -- the journey through the desert was dangerous and the jungle no picnic either.  The members, some lacking in moral standing, were always ready to fight.

Since their family home burned to the ground, Gael only desired a place he felt he could protect her.  His stance in life considered, he regarded August coldly, hazel eyes glittering.  "I am of the opinion my daughter makes me stronger, personally."  A weak point? Perhaps, considering he did hand over a prisoner for her, but he lacked loyalty to anyone beyond her.  He lacked a purpose without her, save for revenge, he supposed, against whoever would dare take her form him.  "If I have nothing worthwhile to fight for, why fight at all?"

"You'll find the fiercest warriors on this planet happen to be parents, August." Old memories of a longer war briefly flashed in his mind, recalling the reasons he's fought in the past.  Not for honor or glory or the thrill of blood, but for justice.  My parents were taken from me.  My wife.  My son.  I'll not lose Aine.  Not to death anytime soon, nor to mindless loyalty to the Pitt.

The faerie settled back on his haunches, ear flicking.  Kydobi's opinion of Jervis caught his interest but he offered no word for or against his thoughts.  The other fox simply failed to intimidate him.  The overly arrogant and ambitious leaders rarely did, for he had seen it all before.  And I'll be the one standing in the end.  I always am.  The benefit, or price, of an immortal life.

"'m sure she'll catch wind there's something going on," he eventually ventured, rolling his shoulders back.  Gael suspected his child may actually be out, tending to the new garden of hers.  If she happened to be in earshot however, he doubted it'd be long before she bounded over.  If there's anyone who ought to teach her something new, it's one of us.  Or even 'Embry'.  "Regardless, I'll simply observe for now, Kydobi."

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

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