MONTHLY MEETING [DECEMBER 2020]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine is neither surprised nor impressed as he padded into the clearing, offering only Kiln a brief nod to stay on-guard.  They had no reason to act unless provoked, but it was better to be cautious.  He had known of Stryker's plans to take the Typhoon, though the other trapped leaders were somewhat unexpected -- using hostages; pathetic.

In fact, the faerie quickly deduced a flaw in the lion's apparent current victory; to keep so many prisoners in check, he and his own would be spreading themselves entirely too thin.  The logistics would simply not permit him to remain as he was -- even with a few allies.  And so the arrogant always fall in the end.

The Ardent took his seat beneath the Pitt's pillar, inclining his head indifferently as Sophiea hissed and Goldenluxury made a determined effort to fight back.  The Pitt stood alone -- free, and he would see to it they remain that way.  They had no cause to help or hinder the others, for now.

For a moment, his golden-hazel eyes locked on the dragon guarding the caged Tangler.  The lava dripping from his maw, and his very presence felt too familiar to simply ignore. Maybe.  Consequently, Gael wondered if Aine was far behind them, concerned for her wellbeing.

He released a breath, finally granting Stryker his attention.  As though bored, he raised a single brow -- the vulpine never cared for the sort of unnecessary flair the lion seemed to enjoy.

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