MONTHLY MEETING [DECEMBER 2020]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The Ardent tilted his head, entirely indifferent to Aurum's words -- if he wished to be seen as a 'noble' man, he would not be a Pittian.  At least Kian had the sense of mind to recognize where he stood.

Gael narrowed his eyes as his cousin moved on the offense.  True, the vulpine possessed the same suspicions, but they had not been provoked.  The numbers within the gathering place were unreliable as well -- who would be friend and who foe?

If he saw Jack's more discreet movement through the trees, he made no outward display of it; proud nonetheless, of his imperator's sense of tact.  Instead, he snapped to the defensive, attempting to slam [member=2040]ninazu[/member] back and away from Kian with a harsh bout of wind.

"The Pitt protects our own," he growled, nodding to Kiln to stand to Kian's defense.

He raised his head, eyes locking on the looming figure that approached his daughter, but made no immediate move to attack.  Gael narrowed his gaze, certain now, of who they were looking at.

"Trygve." The Ardent recognized the strangeness in the dragon -- he was not in his right mind.  Did someone do this to you? Or was it another symptom of the 'illness' he had been struggling with?

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