LITTLE BIT OF SHMUTZ ☆ holiday dance

[gael]

♛

Something like a silhouette, the lean vulpine stepped through the doors, knowing behind him a small fox bounced on his heels.  His hazel eyes, gleaming with a sharper green tone, moved around with a discreet alertness and simple curiosity.  Redvox's dedication existed in every inch of the festive town hall.

Among the gathering faces, he knew Redvox himself and Kydobi.  While he bore no aggression towards the other groups, he felt particularly wary of any negativity they may inflect upon his daughter for their allegiance -- a grave offense to the faerie.

The tension bore ill.  Gael understood the event to be a time of celebration and relaxation -- he had every intent of preserving that.  It was not his fellow Pittians that concerned him in the matter.  As long as Aine has fun, he mused, guiding the child up towards the greeting harbinger.  She carried a gift for him, after all.  "Dia dhuit, Redvox."

He offered a small smile, an expression he often reserved for Aine.  Familiar with elaborate and official events, Gael never forgot his courtesies.

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

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