Aithne
I see how this is gonna go
With Flora's praise ringing in her ears, Aithne grins, the expression more cat-like than her fyrhund shift would suggest. Now that she's sown dissent between the couple across the way, she turns her attention fully onto her new friend, ignoring the argument that is clearly picking up nearby. If their relationship can't survive a little skin, she thinks, then they were never meant to be together at all.
Long, thin braids twine around Aithne's shoulders as she shifts towards Flora, floating along the surface of the water. "'Delightfully wayward,'" she repeats, enamored. "I like that. I think I'll borrow it from you, if you don't mind."
She considers Flora's suggestions, wondering just how much about herself to reveal to a near-perfect stranger. "I've never been to either," she admits after a moment, lifting a hand to toss a bunch of braids behind her. "But they both sound delightful." Beaches? Bars? Speakeasies? Sign Aithne up.
Long, thin braids twine around Aithne's shoulders as she shifts towards Flora, floating along the surface of the water. "'Delightfully wayward,'" she repeats, enamored. "I like that. I think I'll borrow it from you, if you don't mind."
She considers Flora's suggestions, wondering just how much about herself to reveal to a near-perfect stranger. "I've never been to either," she admits after a moment, lifting a hand to toss a bunch of braids behind her. "But they both sound delightful." Beaches? Bars? Speakeasies? Sign Aithne up.
Touch me and you'll never be alone
