100th, discovery [★] blackbird fly

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Gael kept his days organized with routine.  Deviations came as necessary, oft at the paws of someone else in some shape or another.  Typically, he simply returned to the task at hand whenever he could.

To be the sun's heat, the faerie conducted a solo patrol before sunrise nearly every day.  By the time he returned home, Aine was often rising herself, prepared to check on her garden.  He expected as much, when he began trotting back to the treehouse, only to pause besides a concerned Roan in confusion.

Raising his head, Gael found his eyebrows quirking in mild surprise.  While his son exhibited the ability to change shape incredibly early on, Aine had not -- a relief in truth since he failed to see the appeal in herding two shape shifting children.  ... Its only her legs and... Wings?

His daughter still appeared very vulpine-like but he theorized it was still a full shift, given her brother's abilities, rather than a random mutation.  Regardless, he had never observed a deer-fox before, let alone one with wings.

"Lottie?" Had she fallen? "An bhfuil tú ceart go leor?"

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