Aithne
I see how this is gonna go
One of these days, Aithne is sure, she will have access to fire. For now, though, she has to content herself with watching as the stranger's arrow sets the void creature aflame. She lounges idly on her rock, inspecting the fire that licks up from the dead viper, utterly unbothered by the blood still marring her face or the dirt underneath her nails.
"Oh, I'm Aithne," she says, grinning at the other woman. "Your arrows are kind of badass," she adds, eyeing the weaponry with appreciation. She doesn't have any of her own to carry just yet, though she suspects that daggers are going to be more her thing than a bow. It just seems like so much to carry, and if she shifts, she'd have to leave it behind.
"Oh, I'm Aithne," she says, grinning at the other woman. "Your arrows are kind of badass," she adds, eyeing the weaponry with appreciation. She doesn't have any of her own to carry just yet, though she suspects that daggers are going to be more her thing than a bow. It just seems like so much to carry, and if she shifts, she'd have to leave it behind.
Touch me and you'll never be alone
