WOKE THE FUCK UP ; disappearance

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Gael never expected his family to alter the way it did during his time among the Pitt -- in the end it all circled back to Aine and those she drew in. If they brought smiles to her face, the vulpine supposed he didn't mind; the girl had suffered enough in life, he was grateful for every friend she had.

It started with Trygve, but the Ardent hardly minded the way Kold seemed to tail after the duo of friends; always eager to be there for them.  The community they formed simply between them was built on a true foundation of trust and love.

The vulpine had taken notice to his ward's degrading health, but there was only so much either he or Aine could do, when he suspected the root of the issue may be within the boy's unpredictable connection to the element of fire.  It's always fire with us, isn't it? 

The Ardent had a hunting patrol planned in preparation for the upcoming feast, but halted the second he spotted not only Aine, but Kold, both in dismay beneath his family's home. A cold fury briefly flashes in his eyes, promising a swift vengeance for any who could have caused such a reaction but he saw no one else present.

Had it been Aine alone, Gael may have had a few suspicions, most of which revolving around a mental, rather than a physical culprit.  Yet such would not provide an explanation for the clearly pained state Kold was in.

"Lottie?  Kold?" Gael speaks gently, brows creased as he stepped closer to the two, ever conscious of the empty look beginning to settle in his daughter's eyes.

The crinkle of paper catches him off-guard and he wastes no time scanning the words, analyzing the unsteady handwriting.  Does he think this is better?  The Ardent heaved a breath, glancing up, frowning at the burnt hole in the floor.  No, the boy did suffer an ordinary affliction, but that did not excuse leaving this way, with nothing but a letter and a charred place in the floor to see him off.

He would be having words with the boy -- assuming they could track him down and bring him home.

"Lottie, Kold, listen to me," he needed to bring them back -- stop the freefall.  "It's okay.  We can look for him -- he can't have gone too far."  Unless of course, he flew, but Gael knew such a thought would do little to console them.

"Talk to me, okay?  Lottie.  Kold's physically hurting -- we need to help, okay?"  He could see it was more than a breakdown for the younger pup.  "I need you both to breathe. Talk to me."

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