NIGHTFALL - - bonfire

[gael]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

If only the fire that raged through the jungle had been the only fire his family had seen -- fate had not been so polite and the vulpine narrowed his eyes briefly in thought at the sight of smoke.  Into the night it was, the Imperator knew his daughter to likely be asleep.  This fire, controlled as it was, would not bother her.

As for Gael, he decided to trot towards the dancing flames -- finding others gathered already.  Taking note of two sleeping forms, the faerie found a place to sit by the warmth in silence.  Thoughtfully, his ears perked, considering the words spoken but offering none in turn.

The wind caller could permit that fire had some beauty, though it would rarely be subject in his paintings.  He lacked a fear of fire, despite his harsh history with flames.  While disastrous a fire may be in a forest, it carried the future in its wake -- permitting the new to flourish from the ashes of the old.

Although the faerie carried immense grief due to the fire that tore his home apart; the flames themselves, lit for heartless revenge, did not deserve his hatred.  The weight of his fury would bare down on the fire starters -- those who utilized the element purely for its ravenous destruction, rather than to further the natural cycle of life.

The Imperator tilted his head, memories of that peaceful cottage drifting in the embers.

"I AM A STONE" —-- gael ó broin / faerie / imperator / lamby