looking for a beating — [COTC VISIT]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Gael decided he had enough -- negotiations were over.  Pittians had struck each other and Stryker and Vale thought this should continue?  Without another word, ignoring the white lion's own entirely, the vulpine snapped the wind around him, attempting the drain the air closest to Stryker and thin out his oxygen enough to make the lion light-headed.

His own head tilted, inclined upwards towards Chernaborg.  "Go ahead," he offered tonelessly with a nod.  If the dragon wanted to attack Stryker, she had his permission; as did Trygve.

A horn did not satisfy the vulpine, nor did it alter his opinion or course of mind; Trygve had been left with struggles to simply walk this entire time -- a horn hardly presented a "fair" hinderance.  Gael cared more for the youth he had taken in than to accept an alliance on that basis.

"Aston, you must show loyalty, if you expect to receive it in turn," the faerie remarked coldly.  Why did zey truly expect?  While his own daughter and Trygve certainly possessed bias, it came as little surprise to him there was no desire for another change in leadership.

Nor did xer arguments impress him.  The last passionate Ardent had been burned alive and left the Pitt in a broken state.  Gael would not see it happen again -- not when the Pitt had become his family's home.

"Now I am done with this," he was finished with this discourse, far more concerned with the unconscious youth nearby, "I am going to help Atticus."  The boy may have attacked Trygve first, but he still deserved the proper medical attention.

He had no interest in continuing an argument when someone could be seriously injured.  He turned his gaze to Aine, inclining his head in clear direction to assist him.

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