FINE. + TANGLERS

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Tanglewood.  Singularly alone, without their pirate allies -- in full number nonetheless.  War hardened the heart, mind and soul; the intimidation the swamp dwellers intended simply hit an indifferent wall as the vulpine padded forward.  Numbers always failed to move him.

His hazel eyes glinted, apathetically towards leader -- a canine different from the cat he recalled setting their jungle aflame, endangering, frightening, his only living child. 

A child, who was not Sweeny Callahan who he offered a hard, blank stare to.  "Go to camp, Sweeny or be quiet.  These Tanglers are not here to join."

Regardless of obedience or insolence, Gael's attention swiftly returned proper.  Legitimate curiosity brought his head to a bare incline.  The Tanglers failed to frighten him, but the faerie saw them as a threat to his daughter nonetheless. Injury could be inflected without physical attack -- she associated the swamp dwellers with her greatest fear; fire.

For that, he despised them.

"I suspect there is reason for this," he inquired absently, ear flicking.  Anger must have been incited from something -- he failed to see an obvious causation for such a show of force.  The origin must have occurred behind his back.

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