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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

"Lottie?" The vulpine thought he heard his daughter's voice, mixing with the sound of someone younger.  Brows creased, the Ardent trotted through the trees, hazel eyes blinking once upon the sight -- the concerned fleshweaver and a small patient.

Momentarily confusion buzzed through Gael's mind, as the soul he sensed and body he saw failed to match.  Redvox?  Only the boy's voice introduced himself as Saintkit instead; an unknown name, unknown body, but the faerie knew with little doubt he sensed an old friend.

He also knew it would do no good to dawdle on the issue when the child obviously required aid.  "The Pitt is one of many groups that inhabit this island.  I am called Gael, and I lead this group as Ardent -- Aine here is our healer."

"You can try to walk if you like, but I can carry you, if needed," he would offer after a moment.  "It's no trouble."

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