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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine is no stranger to loss -- nor to bearing the burden of passing on the news.  Many comrades had been lost over the years; Kydobi falling among them, not once, but twice.  He withholds a sigh at the question, head slowly shaking in negative.

"I believe a trade route could be mutually beneficial to our groups."  The marketplace could see a boost in new wares with active trade.

His ears flick back at the tremor in his daughter's voice as she spoke.  A part of him wondered, if the jaguar would return, once again -- the first time had been startling enough.  However, Gael would not wish a tortured repeat on anyone; Kydobi deserved rest.

If only there had been something to bury -- some solace to give. "I am afraid we have nothing, but his skull."  Sitting on the steps of the 'throne', but Gael wondered where Kydobi would have preferred to be laid to rest.

"I am sorry, Bai Shi."  The grief was clear as daylight -- a haunting reminder of what he felt the day he lost Aine's mother and brother.  There were no words to truly express a close loss.  All Gael possessed was an understanding of the pain.

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