Aithne
I see how this is gonna go
Aithne arrives with a Cheshire grin, waving her fingers at Vox with a wink. She might not be a Friend of the Family, but she can appreciate a little chaos. Today, she's dressed in a black crop top and jean shorts, her hair in tight braids that swing against her back as she walks. She joins the growing crowd, enjoying the tension that crackles in the air around her.
When it's her turn, she steps out from the crowd and produces a handkerchief - white, with gold embroidery that may or may not be her family crest. She's thought about lighting it on fire a few times, but she supposes that dropping it into oblivion will do. "A handkerchief," she says, tilting her head to one side. "Because I don’t wipe my nose on legacy anymore."
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Aithne brings a handkerchief with her family crest embroidered on it.
When it's her turn, she steps out from the crowd and produces a handkerchief - white, with gold embroidery that may or may not be her family crest. She's thought about lighting it on fire a few times, but she supposes that dropping it into oblivion will do. "A handkerchief," she says, tilting her head to one side. "Because I don’t wipe my nose on legacy anymore."
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Aithne brings a handkerchief with her family crest embroidered on it.
Touch me and you'll never be alone
