THE END OF INFINITY : Capture

[gael]

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Dark, glinting eyes sharpen dramatically, alert in the collision of a small form against his legs.  Gael's brow creases in response, aware of the softer, friendlier nature of his young daughter.  Like Redvox, he expected nothing short of dismay for torture of any kind.

Instead she's crying for something else.  Wet, pained tears, and a hot white rage unfurls in the vulpine's chest.  A demand for who hurt her never left his clenched jaws, as she made her point clear.  The language of his late wife grew less and less familiar day by day, but Gael understood.

His cold apathetic stare turned ice hot on Argus, his mind carefully working through the gears and puzzle pieces.  She complained of pain without obvious injury, only to see the injury on the Typhoon scout.  I have heard of such connections.  "A leanbh... Tá brón orm."

"Argus," his voice is quiet, but direct and forceful.  No did not exist as an option. "This is not a request, but in the wake of this development, I would like to take the boy under my care." While the faerie planned on dealing with the strange matter of Aine knowing the boy's name, the fact stood -- so long as the boy felt the pain of his injuries, so would she.  Harm coming to his daughter was unacceptable.

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

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