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♛ | GAEL Ó BROIN

Since bouts of rain began gracing the jungle, the vulpine suspected the temperature would begin to rise -- quicker in the desert than the jungle, with more abundant shade.  Although a sharp chill still permeated the air, the faerie felt more proven right with each passing day.  It would take time for everything to regulate, he supposed.

More concerningly, Gael studied the ground below; entirely oversaturated from rain and melted snow.  Brows creasing in thought, the Ardent trotted down the steps of his treehouse, conducting a straight beeline for the 'throne'.  It would be best to issue a word of caution before any daily business.

"Pittians!" The vulpine raised his voice, standing above the steps.  "This is a warning about the recent weather.  Everything is beginning to warm up -- while that is cause for celebration, I would urge everyone to be cautious about where they walk.  The jungle will be especially muddy, and there may be flooding in some places."

"Stay clear of the crimson nile's edge, if possible.  I do not want to risk anyone falling in unsafe waters." He had never heard of anyone falling in before, thankfully, but he did not want anyone new or unfamiliar with the water's deadly properties to be in for a surprise.

"For those who are able and willing, I would like extra scouting patrols -- to map out unsafe portions of the jungle."

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