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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Even in the jungle, the chill of the desert's nights could be carried by the wind.  The vulpine seemed indifferent to the breeze as he sat below the steps of the damaged pyramid -- the 'throne'.  Two small, flickering candles sat ahead of him; their flames dancing in the dark.

Once he lit the windows of his home with candles during the Christmas season, but the Ardent had grown more reluctant to do so in recent times -- unwilling to frighten Aine needlessly with invited fire.  Instead, he decided the temple steps marking the Pitt's 'throne' would be the best place, given their memoriam purpose.

Other candles he set nearby; open invitation to any who possessed similar traditions.  Gael never believed in enforcing faith or ceremony on others -- whether other Pittians desired to light a candle and whether it was for religious or simply symbolic reasons, belonged to the individual alone.

Silently, he mediated on the two ahead of him, fueling the flame through careful, gentle manipulation of the surrounding air.  Merry Christmas, Salomé, Alaire.

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