cloudwalker [★] gael's birthday

[gael]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The marketplace happened to be the last place the vulpine expected to find his entire family gathered -- both blood and adopted.  Only Trygve appeared to be missing, although the Ardent saw that as a hopeful sign he was resting in the white temple.

His brows creased in thorough confusion.  His morning patrol over, the vulpine heaved a breath and padded over to the group -- bemused gaze scanning over them analytically.  Aine had something with her and Kian seemed to be scheming or sharing a secret.  An unusual combination.

"What's this then?" The faerie inquired, truly at a loss -- he could not recall stumbling on a meeting like this in the middle of the marketplace before.  It was entirely out of character for Aine in particular.

Of course he possessed an awareness of the time; January marked another year past, but the exact date eluded him.  He only bothered with the birthdays of others, rather than himself, after all -- disinterested in celebration.  Consequently, he regarded the group with complete obliviousness to the occasion.

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