Aithne
The ties were black, the lies were white
The moment Soren is chosen to be it, Aithne knows what was coming. She snickers, shooting a fanged grin across the circle as she prepares to be selected as goose. Tense and taut as a bowstring, she waits, tail twitching, her eyes never leaving Soren as he slowly makes his way along, calling out, duck, duck, duck, as he goes. To the uninitiated, his tone is bored, but to Aithne, it is a sign of chaos to come.
And when he gets to her, she is ready. As soon as he taps her and calls goose, the girl is on her feet and away, chasing her best friend around the circle, a feral grin on her face as she sprints after him, aiming to grab his lashing tail.
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Aithne runs after Soren, trying to tag him!
And when he gets to her, she is ready. As soon as he taps her and calls goose, the girl is on her feet and away, chasing her best friend around the circle, a feral grin on her face as she sprints after him, aiming to grab his lashing tail.
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Aithne runs after Soren, trying to tag him!
In shades of gray in candlelight
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
