I'M STILL HERE ; visitor

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Most happenings on the vulpine's daily patrol warranted little personal concern -- a newcomer seeking admittance, prey or predators, or simply nothing at all.  The sight of Aine crossing the sand caused his fur to raise.  Perhaps his daughter fully intended to drive him insane; traversing camp possessed little danger compared to trekking the desert with an injured leg.

As the Imperator quickly trotted up to the border, his eyes darkened.  The salt carried in the breeze and the familiar face brought no joy to the faerie -- the boy's presence promised only frustration and complication.

Gael released a slow breath, brows creased in consideration.  Trygve no doubt sought answers for the capture he heard Sweeny conducted -- reckless child.  "Do you possess a shred of forethought?"

"Trygve," the vulpine kept his voice level, disappointment and ire building.  "Aine.  Neither of you should be here."

"Out of consideration for your previous stay, I am giving you a single warning, Trygve.  You should not be here."  You are an injured, easy, target.  What was the boy thinking? "Things are not as you left them."

"MAKE A MOVE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / imperator / lamby