far and away [★] deceit

[gael]

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The nickname of his fallen son came as an immediate surprise to the vulpine to hear.  In surprise, the faerie froze for a moment, barely registering Vox's continued questioning. 'Toine remained the affectionate nickname of Antoine, the boy's middle name.  Gael inhaled sharply, shaking his head, trying to forget the ashes falling around his family's home.

"Lottie..." What was he supposed to say to make the child feel better?  Did she even fully understand the loss of her brother?  Gael rarely felt so out of his element, always attempting to stay one step ahead of everyone, prepared for every move.  He rarely found himself so startled and uncertain of his next response.

Eventually, Redvox breaks through his atypically spiraling mind.  "Antoine," he corrects tonelessly.  He offers no further explanation, unwilling to open up without just cause.  No Pittians needed to know more about his family than they already did -- that it was just him and Aine in the present.  No one deserved to possess such a playing card against him.

Dark paws move with force beneath him, steadying his stance.  "I know you miss him, Lottie.  It's okay to find others to play with though, a leanbh.  He'd want you to make new friends."

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

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