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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

I see.  The vulpine barely blinked, finding his attention swiftly turning towards his daughter.  A frown quickly marred his otherwise neutral expression.  Influence concerned him less than the simple discomfort in Aine's confused eyes.

Noor's foul language failed to compare against the simple concern of his daughter's happiness -- nor did it impress or dismay him particularly.  Since Aine bore only signs of a desire to leave, he decided he should possess no concerns of potential 'influence' from Noor -- none his daughter would not resist from basis of her more polite nature.

"If you are done," or even if you are not, "I have work to attend to." A number of tasks bore more productivity than listening to the child yell insults and spit curses. 

"A ligean ar dul," he murmured simply as he turned back to Aine, already nudging her the other direction and towards the jungle, where her garden lay.  Perhaps the day held room for a lesson or two, as well.

// out! ^^'

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