STRIKE THAT, REVERSE IT;;; stealing books

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Throughout the journey from desert to swamp, the vulpine had been quiet -- deep in thought.  While the desire to offer new books to his daughter fueled a portion of the faerie's motive, in truth, the vicar had not wanted Sweeny and Atticus to dive into enemy territory on their own.

Gael knew what it was to see a broken home.  Even when he remained far away from the land he came from, he remembered the deep pit in his gut -- the ice in his veins.  Consequently, he offered no comments, no reprehension, for the idea of this expedition, nor the way Atticus paused before the ruins.  The boy was terribly young for all this suffering to befall him.

The vulpine blinked as he regarded the inside of the library.  A brief thought of his cousin's daughter crossed his mind.  He knew little of Kiira, yet if she were like Raziel in any way, she'd likely spend some time within the confines of this building.  This late however, it appeared not so -- Gael would rather not deal with anyone giving away their trespass.

The satchel at his side was large enough for a few tomes, though the faerie stood by the entryway a moment longer -- hazel eyes glinting in the dark.  His ears perked sharply at the low sound of a growl. 

"Leanaí," his voice is soft in a gruff warning, to tell the children they were not alone.

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