soldier side — joiner

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine kept his patrols of the border consistent -- eyes open and ears perked.  With an uptake of newcomers as of late, the Faerie felt little surprise catching the scent of someone on the corners of the Pitt's lands.  His brows creased however at the familiar tang of sea salt in the air.

Golden hazel eyes narrowed, wary of the familiar wildcat humming an old tune.

"Kian."  Rather formal, his voice rang out cold and distant -- less suspicious than if it had been Séamus he found waiting, but his gaze narrowed nonetheless; recalling with distaste the last time his cousin had paid the Pitt a visit.

"What brings you here?" It could be business, yet the Ardent possessed doubts of the Typhoon's willingness to send a lone messenger to the Pitt -- which left personal reasons to be the likely culprit.

Gael's ear flicked, wondering if that meant something of note had happened within their family or if Kian was simply being his usual outgoing and optimistic self.  He felt less dubious about the latter, and inclined his head in simple attention.

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