MONTHLY MEETING [SEPTEMBER 2020]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

The vulpine fell quiet as he regarded the others, listening with care.  Vigenere must have a personal issue with Caesar then, he decided for certain -- of course, as the others confirmed the rotten apple's status among their own groups, it made sense.  He had a certain flair for trouble, it seemed.

Truthfully, Gael did not think much of the lemon connard, as his daughter put it -- it would certainly be his pleasure to drain the air out of his lungs should he try anything.  In the end, the faerie simply did not view him as an active threat to the Pitt; he'd been so easily humiliated by Trygve when the boy had only been a cub after all.

"I will acknowledge that Caesar is trouble but I am hardly intimidated by him.  Should he go anywhere near the Pitt, he'll pay the consequences in full."

The vulpine felt his brows crease as a source of discourse began between the pirates and Elysites; unamused.  It seemed to him, whoever Diya was, made her choice -- end of discussion.  Childish, indeed.

He remained otherwise silent, until his cousin's son stepped forward in a charged motion of fury.  "Roan."

"Must I iterate again; this is peaceful gathering -- enough of this."  The Ardent would not hesitate to step in between the pirates and Elysites if necessary -- the wind at his call.

Coldly, Gael narrowed his golden eyes on Hani, Alani, and Roan.  "It is not the place of a new leader, who has clearly not even met this Diya, to demand her return -- she has obviously made her choice known to her new clanmates.  Nor is it yours, a healer, to incite violence in a neutral place.  You are better than that."

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