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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The scent of Tanglewood on the breeze is always cause for ire; the vulpine had found many of the previous visits from the swamp dwellers to his immense distaste and frustration.  With a new Luminary in command however, the Ardent possessed no certainty of the cause for an abrupt visitation.

Gael inclined his head as he approached the main coon, brows creasing in momentary thought as she spoke; her intentions made clear.  He had been unaware of the capture of Moth when it had occurred, thus unfamiliar with the healer herself, yet he could recall the circumstances of Atticus' joining.

The faerie knew well, the feeling of devastation for lost family and the confusion of finding them again -- his brother had been prone to disappearing acts, though he never died; until the day he did, a day the vulpine wished to forget.

"This may be a better question for Sweeny," Gael spoke after a moment of consideration.  "She may know better than I as his friend -- the boy has been quiet as of late."

He had heard nothing from Aine regarding injury or illness however, so ideally they had nothing to worry about.

"If is a comfort, my daughter is our Fleshweaver; she has not brought up any concerns about Atticus recently." Though if he recalled correctly, the youth had attempted to handle injuries himself in the past -- one such occurrence would not speak for every, however, if he had gained wisdom since that time.

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