Aithne
The ties were black, the lies were white
Aithne grins at Astaroth's beaming smile; he seems as welcoming as the others she's met so far, and she's always been the friendly sort. It doesn't take much to gain her friendship, and Astaroth's quiet acceptance of her and her story - however abbreviated the tale might have been - goes a long way towards doing just that.
She listens as the butcher describes the Grounds. It's an area that the girl has never given much thought to, in truth, but as he speaks, she realizes that all she knows from history books is nothing in comparison to what the Grounds could be now. With an almost feline grin, she considers the portal anew. "I think we will," she says, eyes sparking now with curiosity. "He's around here somewhere. When I find him, we'll come visit. And then we'll see." She cocks her head to one side thoughtfully. "I've never been out of Stormbreak until now, so I'm eager to see everything."
She listens as the butcher describes the Grounds. It's an area that the girl has never given much thought to, in truth, but as he speaks, she realizes that all she knows from history books is nothing in comparison to what the Grounds could be now. With an almost feline grin, she considers the portal anew. "I think we will," she says, eyes sparking now with curiosity. "He's around here somewhere. When I find him, we'll come visit. And then we'll see." She cocks her head to one side thoughtfully. "I've never been out of Stormbreak until now, so I'm eager to see everything."
In shades of gray in candlelight
