cloudwalker [★] gael's birthday

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AINE NÍ BROIN
FLESHWEAVER
FAE DRUID
INFORMATION

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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?

"Salut!" She beamed, smiling sheepishly.  They were right.  She didn't particularly care for the marketplace.  It was familiar to her.  But busy often.  Crowded.  "I made paints for d..." Oh.

Oh no.  Her father wouldn't have brought it up.  Of course not.  He didn't get excited about things like birthdays...  Aine's ears flicked back as her head slumped down.  Guilty.  Hazel hues danced up as Kian spoke, thankful for her cousin, but frustrated with herself.  She should have said something days ago... "Désolée."

She slowly perked back up, as her father made his appearance.  Looking confused, like the others had.  Aine smiled again.  Brighter than she truly felt, but still happy.  Excited.  She still had a present to give.  Even if she felt bad for forgetting to share the date.

"Da.  Joyeux anniversaire!" She pushed the packaged paints forward gently. "I-I made you fresh water colors to paint with."

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