THE SHOVEL BLADE ☆ invitation

[gael]

♛

Cold, hazel eyes rested curiously on the familiar figure sitting on the border.  Gael stood close to his daughter as he arrived, regarding the hybrid thoughtfully.  While he had not spoken a farewell to Redvox, he knew of the other's departure.  The black and red vulpine found little cause to feel betrayed however, as unlike Kydobi, the other had yet to invoke feelings of loyalty from him.

Of course, he hardly appreciated the hurt he suspected Aine to suffer from.  She had lost enough in recent days.  They both had lost more than enough in the past year -- losses that would tail them for the rest of their lives.  "Redvox.  What can we help you with?"

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

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