MONTHLY MEETING [ NOVEMBER 2020 ]

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♛ GAEL Ó BROIN

Since the September meeting, the vulpine regarded these affairs with wariness.  Tedious gatherings, but the Ardent would arrive quietly as he often did, taking a seat on his daughter's other side.

Regarding those present, Gael only recognized the Typhoon, asides from the liger his cousin's son appeared to know.  He inclined his head, a brief flicker of amusement passing through hazel optics at Kold's excited voice.

"He is a liger, Kold," the faerie would offer gently -- a very big cat indeed, due to their mixed heritage.  A curious presence too, if they did not reside among the groups, but curiosity was no sin to Gael.

The mention of a sailing accident caused the Ardent to frown, a few words of reprehension for caution resting on his tongue.  He was neither Roan's father or mother however, simply raising a concerned brow before politely offering his own introduction.

"I am Aine's father, Gael Ó Broin -- the Pitt's Ardent, or leader."

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