Her Fire Fuels the Kiln; Transformation

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Growing concern over both Aine and Kold had been weighing on the vulpine -- doubling on his daily patrols to search the territory for any sign of Trygve.  He hated the way the boy's sudden departure crushed them and he had many words planned to say, if he ever found him.

When he inhaled the heavy smell of smoke and ash, the Ardent immediately followed; wary of a forest fire deep in the jungle.  The regrowth of their lush shelter needed to continue, not come to a halt.

Gael quickly discerns the source, when hazel eyes landed on the massive reptilian creature.  Kiln?  The Ardent levels his gaze, briefly noting the fallen, singed fur on the forest floor.

"Kold?"  Calm and curious, the Faerie keeps his distance, but speaks plainly.  He inclines his head, brows creasing in consideration -- this transformation seemed more than a simple shift.

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