TITANIUM | patrol

[gael]

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Good, the ink and red vulpine mused.  Fondly, he observed his restless daughter, noting her usual eagerness for motion.  Thoughtfully, his head inclined, pushing the basket forward.  As the resident gardener and a young druid, Gael felt hard-pressed to encourage Aine to manage the Pitt's herb stocks -- with him to offer help when she required it.  "I'd appreciate it, a leanbh."

Soon, golden-hazel eyes shifted.  Analytical in nature, he turned his gaze on Fourthwall.  As an obviously current father, Gael had watched over a pregnant wife.  The Marauder deserved credit for pushing on even during the farthest moments of pregnancy.  Had Fourthwall been Salomé, the faerie may have spoken against a patrol.  The same concern and tender care he felt towards his wife did not exist towards the Marauder -- Gael could offer the other respect and appreciation however, especially for his obvious fondness of and drive to protect Aine.  Fourthwall knew his limits more than Gael did, who offered a curt nod in response.

Kydobi too, presented a matter of concern, yet the jaguar seemed to be recovering.  Once more, the vulpine opted to decide to acknowledge he knew no one's limits.  "Very well," he spoke, glancing back down to Aine for a second.  "I believe this'll do." Like we have anyone else.

Decisively, the fox began to stride into the jungle, expecting the others to follow.  "Keep an eye and nose for fresh herbs, so that we can restock." His daughter's garden offered a pleasant supply, but they could not rely solely on it -- it must be allowed to grow.

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

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