Aithne
I see how this is gonna go
Aithne is delighted to see Soren at the pool party, and she saunters up to him with a feline smirk. She wears remarkably little: a black bikini made of some kind of sparkly fabric she didn't know the name of, and sunglasses pushed up over the tight braids woven against her skull. Her horns and tail are on full display as she joins her friend, leaning past him to select a drink of her own.
But before she can say much of anything, all hell breaks loose.
The girl watches with an air of detached interest - the kind of expression she'd spent plenty of time practicing amongst the upper crust of Stormbreak. Taking a sip of her drink, she rolls her eyes towards Soren, tilting her head as though wondering whether or not they should join in.
But before she can say much of anything, all hell breaks loose.
The girl watches with an air of detached interest - the kind of expression she'd spent plenty of time practicing amongst the upper crust of Stormbreak. Taking a sip of her drink, she rolls her eyes towards Soren, tilting her head as though wondering whether or not they should join in.
Touch me and you'll never be alone
