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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

"... Da. S'il vous plaît." Gael found his ears flashing backwards, ice burning within his veins.  The hurt and betrayal on his daughter's face caused him to scowl -- Kydobi could either play dangerous politics or support his people, but it was clear where Gael stood.

Had it been Elysium, perhaps the vulpine may have felt more inclined to set up the board and play the game.  Yet when it came to the swamp-dwellers and pirates, Gael felt no shame in dismissing them -- they had dealt enough damage and trauma to last the rest of Aine's immortal life.  An unacceptable offense.

Gael narrowed his eyes.  "You don't speak for Tanglewood here --" obviously, for the swamp-dwellers had more than expressed their stance on the Pitt would not change -- "so you clearly possess your own agenda."

While smooth, he kept his words swift and to the point; there would be no sugarcoating here.  "I would not gamble the lives of the Pitt's children on your games." Namely, Aine's life, especially after all she suffered already.

He may sound good-intentioned, but the faerie had seen such before; there were always ulterior motives -- benefits to the deals.  A lesson he learned early on from dealing with his younger cousin.

Calmly, his gaze moved towards Kydobi -- the true authority here.  He gave his piece, but it was the Ardent's decision.  Regardless -- his eyes were cold and hard set.  The vulpine firmly distrusted the 'ambassador' and would never support any agreement with the panther.

He trusted the Ardent to consider the wishes of his people; to recognize the distrust and trauma.  He did not fear pushing against the wrong decision either.  Anything, to protect his daughter, who looked terrified enough already without considering any kind of allegiance with the lone Tangler.

No.  Gael knew exactly how he felt about this proposal and he possessed no hesitance to make it known it lacked his support.

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