ANIMAL IN ME / typhoon cub

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Gael could feel his patience slipping.  The unfamiliar savannah was walking on thin ice.  For a moment the faerie entertained the thought of slicing air through his windpipe -- an image he doubted Aine would appreciate witnessing.  Another time then.

Like his daughter, he decided to ignore Caesar -- a worthless waste of time and breath.  Gael failed to see reason in justifying his actions to such a clueless feline and flicked his ear as Kydobi approached.  Swiftly, the Ardent demanded an explanation, as expected.

Gael remained silent as Caesar, then Aine spoke in turn, nearly rolling his eyes.  A waste of time and breath indeed.  He almost stepped back at the sound of connard, a French curse, flying off his daughter's tongue.  In another situation, he may have reprehended such an immature action but he would let it fly in the moment.

"I just arrived a little before you, Kydobi," he spoke simply, with no more regard for Caesar or his whining. "Seeing as Aine is unharmed, the boy was clearly lost as she said and needed directions home.  Instead, it seems he," the lemon connard, he muses, "initiated an unwarranted fight with a child." Pathetic.

"Aine should treat him before any travel is attempted." Which would give the boy a chance to come to, he noted with a brief crease of his brow.  Having missed the scuffle he felt uncertain, but now he decided they would need to make sure he did not have a concussion when he woke up -- the blood on his face was not reassuring.

With a distinct lack of trust for the rest of the Pitt, he decided their treehouse may be the best recovery place for a young pirate.  Gael kept extra supplies there too, in the case of an emergency involving Aine.  "I have room and supplies for him.  He should be fine in a matter of hours, but I want to make sure he wasn't given a concussion before you try taking him home."

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