chasing into the spring breeze - invite

[gael]

♛

Paws dipped in the ink of his mixed fur trotted forward, darkened ears perked curiously at the sight of a stranger waiting on the border.  One he failed to recognize but Gael knew the scent of the Halls of Hiraeth, at the very least.

Tension he may have felt melted away at the reassurance of unlikely aggression.  She may not have directly accompanied him but Gael often expected Aine to pop up and he loathed danger coming her way.  The Halls of Hiraeth ran under the command of Redvox, whom stood among those he trusted to care for his daughter.

His hazel eyes glinted gold as he studied the wyvern, fresh prey at her side as a likely gift -- an unusual gift, but a gift nonetheless he suspected.  Diplomacy came naturally enough to the vulpine, due to a formal upbringing, though Gael would never refer to himself as friendly; simply polite to his allies and neutrals.

"What can I help you with?" He inquired lightly.

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

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