THE STRANGER | m+g / ask me anything

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The sight of his daughter is a warm one -- inciting a gentle smile as she offered her own introduction.  The lack of questions made perfect sense, of course and the vulpine twitched his ear as Trygve followed Aine's appearance; an increasingly common occurrence.

The Ardent nearly did sigh, brows raising briefly as the draconic jaguar offered his question.  "If you have to ask, then you're missing the point, Trygve.  There are many lessons to be learned in a game of chess."

Gael then inclined his head as Vale spoke -- more mildly bemused than disgusted or irritated.  The vulpine had seen enough 'gore' in his life; the jaguar's unique manner of shifting hardly affronted him.  It came with the inquiry of whether ze felt pain in the movement or had simply grown accustomed to the rough-looking changes however.

"Faerie," he answers simply.  "I will rather refrain from specifying how old I am exactly but it does mean I am rather ageless if that suffices to answer your question." In truth, centuries of time dulled his interest in keeping track.

"I may be fae, but I am still a fox, Vale -- no eggs."  The vulpine had no inkling as to where that thought could have originated, a rare glint of bewilderment in his eyes.

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