job well done - open; visitor/delivery

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Gael's primary concern with the jungle was the affects of the cold on the trees -- they were not built for this weather.  Ideally, they would see a thaw begin soon; perhaps with the coming of spring.  Cold fronts did not last forever.

In the meantime, the Ardent kept his eyes on the canopy -- wary of any snow that may have built up there overtime, waiting to drop when it grew too heavy.  He had no expectations of an owl gliding by, hazel optics blinking and narrowing quickly on the stranger as she found a perch and spoke.

He furrowed his brows -- most visitors knew to heed the border.  She was an avian however, leading him to begrudgingly suspect she had not wanted to land on open ground.  Gael tilted his head, inhaling quietly as Dante answered.  She carried the scent of sea salt on her, which suggested her intentions were true enough.

"I'd hope he's in the temple resting," the faerie remarked, voice low.  With a twitch of his ear, Gael directed his next words to their visitor, "may I ask who sent you?  I do not recognize you as one of his family."

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