Gaphers tape . snow forts

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," the vulpine declared rather simply, ear flicking as he carefully stepped within the confines of the Imperator's work.  'Pretty' seemed an adequate word for snow.

However, Gael felt that the word might be misleading in a departments.  It did not capture everything snow was -- enchanting, light, unique, dangerous.  Perhaps it was a concept better captured on a canvas than in simple words; many things were.

The vulpine did not mind snow, in it's gentler natures.  His home before the Pitt saw warm summers and cold winters; offered the seasons in their unique forms, unlike the monotony of the desert and jungle. 

His dark fur did not bode well with the intense heat of direct sunlight but he adjusted -- it seemed a stark contrast with the new blanket of white too, but he would adjust again, albeit with more care for lungs that did not approve of the cold.

He inclined his head.  "These are well-built, Jack."  So long as they saw no more blizzards, he felt confident the Pitt would recover fine -- the season would be changing in roughly two moons.  In the meantime, it seemed an adequate time for Jack to express his abilities without fear of the sun immediately melting his work away.

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