Aithne
I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed
Aithne's spinning glee is interrupted, and she turns to find a woman with ruby horns and a spade-tipped tail sauntering towards her, clearly just as at ease in the beautiful caverns as Aithne herself. She tilts her head, her dark, curly hair cascading to one side, revealing a little more of one of her glinting horns in the dim light. She preens under the woman's praise, offering a fanged grin and a charming giggle. "I'm Aithne," she replies, her voice silky smooth as it bounces against the crystals.
She reaches up to touch a horn, running her fingers along the curve. She likes how she looks with the new appendages, but it's nice to hear someone else compliment them. "They're new," she admits almost shyly, unsure how she'll be received by someone else like her. This is her first meeting with another Ancient - aside from Soren, but he changed at the same time she did - and she finds herself eager to make a good impression.
She reaches up to touch a horn, running her fingers along the curve. She likes how she looks with the new appendages, but it's nice to hear someone else compliment them. "They're new," she admits almost shyly, unsure how she'll be received by someone else like her. This is her first meeting with another Ancient - aside from Soren, but he changed at the same time she did - and she finds herself eager to make a good impression.
We never had a shotgun shot in the dark
