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Bastards. Unfamiliar word. Strange. The petite vixen failed to heed a comprehension of such title, ears flicking in bemusement as she tilted her head up at the unusual creature ahead of her. An unfamiliar word for an unfamiliar creature -- Aine failed to understand what he was exactly.
The young druid knew better to ask however, realizing the question would be rude. Instead, she focused on biting the inside of her cheek, hazel hues staring, without direct eye contact, at the stranger. A 'joiner', he'd announced. Intention clear. Future Pittian.
Her soot-colored paws gently shuffled atop each other. "You'll 'ave to wait for... Our Ardent, I thin'." Was the rule still in place? No one leaving? No one coming in? The child hardly saw the enation. Exceptions everywhere. Save perhaps, the leaving bit.
Not that that'd stop her at any point. Friends in faraway places meant necessary travel. But she kept that matter a closely guarded secret for the time being. Ikaia was her friend after all. Not someone else's.
Oh well. Despite the confusing rules, the fae offered the stranger a shy smile. "'m Aine though, what's your name?"
[/td][/tr][/table]The young druid knew better to ask however, realizing the question would be rude. Instead, she focused on biting the inside of her cheek, hazel hues staring, without direct eye contact, at the stranger. A 'joiner', he'd announced. Intention clear. Future Pittian.
Her soot-colored paws gently shuffled atop each other. "You'll 'ave to wait for... Our Ardent, I thin'." Was the rule still in place? No one leaving? No one coming in? The child hardly saw the enation. Exceptions everywhere. Save perhaps, the leaving bit.
Not that that'd stop her at any point. Friends in faraway places meant necessary travel. But she kept that matter a closely guarded secret for the time being. Ikaia was her friend after all. Not someone else's.
Oh well. Despite the confusing rules, the fae offered the stranger a shy smile. "'m Aine though, what's your name?"
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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