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♛ | GAEL Ó BROIN

Although inconvenienced by the cold front dropping the winter into a frigid state, the vulpine felt confident it would thaw by the end of March -- spring possessed the capacity to be a volatile season, but he trusted the temperatures would rise again. 

The drop of water on his nose pierced with icy fervor; less than the sting of snow or ice and captured his rapt attention.  When Gael had noticed the sky hung gray earlier, the prospect of more snow concerned him -- the rain offered a welcome change of pace, however cold it still remained.  Despite the content feeling, his hazel gaze locked on Aine and Kold with a level of concern; while entirely indifferent to Dante.

"It is still cold -- please take care not to catch hypothermia, you two." Cold rain was arguably more deceptive than snow in that regard and the faerie had no desire to see either girls suffering from the cold in such a way.

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BUT I PROMISE YOU I'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ♛  gael ó broin / faerie / ardent