• IF HEAVEN WASN’T SO FAR AWAY • resurrection

[gael]

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Even as long as Gael lived, the red and black vulpine found some events to surprise him.  An immortal -- hardly invulnerable -- creature, the concept of rising from the grave immersed him in unease.

The return of someone he felt loyalty to however, a comrade in arms, offered a pleasant surprise.  Later, the golden-hazel eyes may dim, dark with the bitterness of a widow -- of a father who lost his son.  Later, when the faerie processed the surreal event.  In the moment, Gael felt inclined to scan the shadowed jaguar for signs of injury.

His head moved in a gentle incline towards Fourthwall's words, the promise of immediate assistance.  Aine will be happy.  The thought moved his lips upward.  The recent grief could be replaced by a much needed joy.

"I can send for Aine, my friend," he offered lightly, his thoughtful eyes blinking.  She grew a number of useful herbs in her garden, should the jaguar require strength or healing.  From the caked earth on the large feline, Gael imagined chamomile may be in order at the very least.

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

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