THE SHOVEL BLADE ☆ invitation

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[align=center]— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —

Fretfully, the druid rocked on her paws.  Her ears perked up, eyes brightening, as her father stepped into the conversation.  He sounded so... Formal.  Of course, Aine glanced at Redvox, she wasn't so sure how she felt about the gat.  But until he gave her reason to revoke his friendship status, he was worthy of a smile for inviting them to a party.

A party.  That sounded fun.  And her father was agreeing to come!  The petite vixen felt her chest soar.  A Christmas party.  Dancing, food, drinks and fun...  "Games?" She piped up hopefully, before blinking up as her father expressed a concern.

And Redvox answered.  Her face fell.  A spark diminishing in the fraction of a second as the name registered.  Tanglewood.  They were the mean ones that helped the scary tigress light their jungle on fire.  She remembered, her ears flicking back down.  Well, if they were rude to Redvox, she definitely still didn't like them.

"No fighting?" He'd said that, but she wanted a repeat.  The smell of smoke burning in her mind's eye, her nose twitching.  "We'll play games, right?  Will there be presents?" Anything to push back the fire.  She continued to rock on her paws, the gears spinning rapidly in her mind.

— I'll come back when you call me —