LIFE GOES IN CYCLES •• Gael

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

A creature of habit, the vulpine nearly felt surprised with a sudden intrusion.  An uncommon occurrence -- one, he saw coming, in hindsight.  For as long as the faerie had resided in the Pitt, he was the most sensible option to seek when needing help or advice.  If he was correctly interrupting the jaguar; private matters were often serious in some aspect after all.

Gael's ear twitched, golden eyes flashing back towards his original path -- it was his day to tend the garden while Aine inspected the Event Temple's herb stores.  The thought of deviating from his task made his brows furrow.

Fortunately, with Aine in the temple, the garden should be a private place, given its distance from the camp.  "If you don't mind talking while I work," he began, inclining his head thoughtfully,  "I was headed to Aine's garden -- it should be quiet for the time being."

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