Aithne
I see how this is gonna go
Aithne might have forgiven the blunt observation - after all, it is true enough, and she can't fault her fellow Ancient for honesty. Nor is she particularly bothered by the description of how the stranger likes her kills. Aithne might be a new Ancient, but she has satisfied her bloodlust, and understands the desire to feel the life flee from her prey.
No, it is the toss of the ash ferret, thudding at her feet, and the clear dismissal as the stranger turns to leave - that is what irks Aithne. She might be new, but she isn't nothing, and that is how she perceives the stranger to see her.
And that, even in her eyes, is unforgivable.
Perhaps in future she would be in a better mood, but for now, she watches the stranger go, her lip curled with disgust. When the other Ancient is gone, Aithne nudges the dead ash ferret with a foot. It's cold now, the life fled from its body for too long, and she finds that she no longer has any appetite. She leaves the carcass where it lies - let it be something else's meal.
fin
No, it is the toss of the ash ferret, thudding at her feet, and the clear dismissal as the stranger turns to leave - that is what irks Aithne. She might be new, but she isn't nothing, and that is how she perceives the stranger to see her.
And that, even in her eyes, is unforgivable.
Perhaps in future she would be in a better mood, but for now, she watches the stranger go, her lip curled with disgust. When the other Ancient is gone, Aithne nudges the dead ash ferret with a foot. It's cold now, the life fled from its body for too long, and she finds that she no longer has any appetite. She leaves the carcass where it lies - let it be something else's meal.
fin
Touch me and you'll never be alone
