Aithne
I see how this is gonna go
Aithne is blissfully alone in her little corner of the springs - or at least she was, right up until the point where a pretty blonde intrudes on her solitude. She tries out her best, most saccharine grin, but the stranger merely matches her stare for stare. Impressed in spite of herself, Aithne relaxes back against the pool, casting her gaze around at the springs. "It's certainly something," she agrees, almost reluctantly. As a new Ancient, she's not exactly sure how Dygra feels about her praising another god, and she isn't eager to earn her goddess's ire.
So she changes topic, eyeing the sea glass-green two-piece gracing the blonde's figure. "That's a pretty color on you," she says. "Really brings out your eyes." It's true enough, and Aithne has never been one to hesitate to pay compliments where they're due. Especially to someone as bold as this woman, who has quickly garnered the girl's curiosity, if nothing else.
So she changes topic, eyeing the sea glass-green two-piece gracing the blonde's figure. "That's a pretty color on you," she says. "Really brings out your eyes." It's true enough, and Aithne has never been one to hesitate to pay compliments where they're due. Especially to someone as bold as this woman, who has quickly garnered the girl's curiosity, if nothing else.
Touch me and you'll never be alone
