LIFE GOES IN CYCLES •• Gael

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine kept his ears perked as he walked, pleased to be permitted to continue with his routine.  Expecting the jaguar to present the matter with little coaxing, Gael simply allowed Kydobi to speak, paying close attention.

Vicar?  Truthfully, the faerie had expected this to be brought up eventually -- he had simply lacked the ambition to vocalize it first.  In the end, he simply preferred to think a decision such as this through until another initiated it.  At least Kydobi possessed the consideration to broach the subject privately first, rather than in a public meeting.

Kydobi required assistance.  The Pitt lacked leadership organization beyond Ardent; a fact that made Gael wary of potential anarchy.  Waiting for someone else to prove themselves worthy remained an option but not one he particularly enjoyed -- every day that passed without more authority brought more danger.  Especially if an emergency occurred before the rank was filled.

At the heart of it all was Aine -- she deserved to grow up in a safe environment.

He headed for the garden's patch of chamomile, studying the growing herbs as he considered the matter at hand.  It had been over a century since he commanded an authoritative position -- during a war no less.  And my family suffered for it in the end.

"I only want to protect Aine," he intoned, frown in place.  The past made him wary, but if he truly sought to better the future, he could not allow it to push him back -- inaction was an action in itself.

"If I am the one you trust to it, Kydobi," the one the jaguar wanted there, regardless of his few options, "then I am willing to stand by your side as Vicar."

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