THE SHOVEL BLADE ☆ invitation

[gael]

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Expected, the turn of events Gael listened to.  With an unsurprised quirk of his brows, he inclined his head in a nod.  The faerie knew better than most the less than ideal aftermath of 'peace'.  Tensions never fell quickly and resentment was a fire capable of burning for years to come.

Suspecting the politics uneasy to hear, the vulpine turned his attention onto Aine.  Amusement lifted his maw into a fond smile.  He thought of gently reprehending her for causing Redvox to add to his likely busy plans.  The hybrid took the inquiries in stride and with a smile.  Otherwise, Gael may have exhaled the deep breath he felt building in his chest.  Hopefully, she wanted something relatively simple, gift-wise.

Settling into a more businesslike attitude, the vulpine turned to Redvox.  "I will do my best to spread word to those not present." Their numbers hardly felt impressive either, causing him to doubt he'd require an excessive amount of time for the task.  "And seek out Goldenluxury, so that she is aware as well."

Regardless of the captain's decision of 'official' attendance, Gael would lead Aine to the Halls of Hiraeth.  His daughter wanted to go and he was going to take her.

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

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