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[gael]

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Because she is simply altogether too reckless.  The young fox's shadow took the form of a larger, black and red vulpine.  Similar hazel eyes quickly narrowed, tracing the form of the stranger 'Redvox' thoughtfully.  Indeed, he took a step in front of the girl, as he often did, entirely subconsciously.

"If you are something of worth to the Pitt, I am sure you will be permitted to join," considering the Irishman had yet seen someone turned away immediately.  Naturally he recalled threats upon their own arrival but clearly the resolved matter settled in their favor; Gael possessed a place relatively sheltered by a hostile desert to raise his only surviving child.

Of course, raising a child completely loyal to the Pitt hardly sat in his own agenda.  Should he find it necessary, he knew he would feel no regret cutting ties to the place.  Consequently, he mentally scoffed at the word 'friend'; he hardly wanted her too attached to this place should events go south.  Aine seemed altogether too friendly in Gael's mind, for the entire world; shy and anxious but always willing to smile.  She'd only been lucky thus far, and he would remain to keep a watchful eye for every time to come.

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

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