Wheeling Gull Isle bismil

A mixture of expressions play across the Gampr’s face as he listens to Aditya. There is a strange, sinking feeling in his gut at the beginning as he begins to fully put the puzzle pieces together. It is followed by the equivalent of ‘ummm… come again? I’m pretty sure I misheard you say something crazy there, friend’, and directly on the heels of that the back and forth play of incredulous and offended.

After a moment he opens his mouth to respond, but Seelie speaks first, and he can’t help but turn his head to look at her. His short cropped ears fan back against his skull briefly before twitching forward once more, and when he turns his gaze back to Aditya there is a thread of accusation in the expression; look, you made her upset.

He’s still processing, there is so much he could say. And there is a very instinctual and possessive reaction bubbling just below the surface of what is otherwise a mostly calm demeanor, all things considered. But the hair between his shoulderblades has begun to bristle, and something in his posture slowly stiffens. “If,” he begins, choosing his words carefully, because he is Undersea’s Overseer, after all – he must at least attempt to be diplomatic here, right? “If Seelie were to tell me she wished to go with you, I would not stand in your way.” Okay, he might stand in the way just a little. It is hard to fathom the thought of losing her, and yet at the same time he feels wholeheartedly his next statement: “I do not own her, no one does. She needs my permission for nothing.” He draws forward a step then, turning to put his body between Aditya and Seelie, a taunt curl in his tail and a low growl in his voice. “But I will not allow you to take her anywhere against her will.”