LADY LUCK IS ON MY SIDE - JOINER

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine had taken to regular patrols on his own.  The sun sank into his fur, altering red and black to molten flame and smoke, hazel eyes glinting golden.  The desert failed to agree with the faerie but the constant trips were necessary to him.

Whether to prevent trespassers or to notice newcomers -- borders required diligent observance.  As his ink colored paws trod across the sand, he caught the sight of an unfamiliar feline, lying across the ground.  In the sun, Gael hardly considered taking a nap to be directly intelligent.

With a blink of his cold eyes, he came to a halt a few steps away from the lion, who he could now confirm for fact was indeed taking a rest.  His ear flicked, and quietly, the vulpine cleared his throat in an attempt to raise the feline from his slumber.

"Do you have business here?"

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