Aithne
The ties were black, the lies were white
Aithne skips to the side with Astaroth, out of the way of the portal and any others who might deign to use it. The girl wonders how many Ancients there are - she never really stopped to wonder, before being changed, and now she realizes that she has an entire extended family of sorts who have welcomed her with open arms. It's enough to leave her grinning, delighted by this turn of events.
"I am," she agrees, perhaps a little shyly. She's never quite sure if she should be ashamed of being so newly changed, but something tells her that Astaroth won't mind. "I came here with my best friend, Soren, and we appealed to Dygra together." And it has been everything she'd dreamed, and then some. Aithne's tail flicks behind her as she glances once more to the portal. "Are there many of us, in the Grounds?" she asks, tilting her head to one side, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder. She is curious about her fellow Ancients, and Astaroth seems like a nice enough one to ask.
"I am," she agrees, perhaps a little shyly. She's never quite sure if she should be ashamed of being so newly changed, but something tells her that Astaroth won't mind. "I came here with my best friend, Soren, and we appealed to Dygra together." And it has been everything she'd dreamed, and then some. Aithne's tail flicks behind her as she glances once more to the portal. "Are there many of us, in the Grounds?" she asks, tilting her head to one side, her dark hair cascading over her shoulder. She is curious about her fellow Ancients, and Astaroth seems like a nice enough one to ask.
In shades of gray in candlelight
