looking for a beating — [COTC VISIT]

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AINE NÍ BROIN
FLESHWEAVER
FAE DRUID
INFORMATION

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Aine felt her chest constrict.  A rare anger bubbling up inside.  Irritated.  Vale didn't know.  Vale hadn't been here.  Her eyes flared, sand beginning to raise around her paws.  Vale hadn't seen the flames.  Hadn't lost a friend.  How dare zey talk like they knew.  Like it was worth it all again.

"We don't fight for strangers," she spat quietly.  It didn't matter that it was about the Typhoon.  It didn't matter.  This ex-Ardent, who no one knew personally, wanted them to help them when they knew nothing about this group of theirs?  She was no strategist, but even Aine could see the danger there. 

"Y-you wanna risk losing- losing what we little we have, just to get your claws bloody?  Instead of using- using this time to repair?  To be smart?  T-then maybe.  Maybe you don't belong here.  Because that's not sense.  That's reckless.  'an stupid. 'an it's not your call to make, when you're not the one responsible for everyone's safety." Stars.  She didn't want to bury another friend.

"At least da cares about that -- you jus' want to satisfy yourself."

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