chasing into the spring breeze - invite

[gael]

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His sharp eyes lingered on the wyvern as she spoke, thoughtful.  The Halls' regent -- a higher rank, clearly, albeit one he saw unfortunately pushing someone out of their comfort zone.  The faerie hardly believed Aslisk to be a common diplomat, but worse had come across him before.

Before his mouth parted to offer words in return, a small weight nearly disrupted his balance.  A small weight who could only be Aine, her soft voice ringing with excitement and multiple questions already.  He felt his ear twitch as eyes softened, although he kept his steady gaze on Aslisk.

"I do not believe I 'ave the authority to formally accept your invitation," the faerie stated, slowly more for his daughter's ears.  "But I am sure Kydobi will see no harm in a festival an' I look forward to attending."

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

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