I didn't come here to make friends
We were born to be suburban legends
We were born to be suburban legends
Aithne wanders, vaguely following the moose, but with no real intent behind doing so. No doubt the creature will disappear long before she gets near it, off into the woods while the Ancient sticks to the river. It is, after all, the only sure way to make sure she gets where she's going. The girl has heard the tales of travelers lost in the Greatwood, and even if she's content to wander, she has no intentions of losing her way.
A flash of something pale catches Aithne's attention, and she pauses in her meandering to check it out. She is surprised when another Ancient looks back at her from down the riverbank, even going so far as to wave at her before going back to whatever it is that she's doing. The girl blinks, watching with a curiosity that can't quite be smothered. A part of her recognizes that the stranger is minding her own business, and that if she'd wanted to converse, she'd have started a conversation. But the other part of her - the part who has never met a stranger - decides that the woman looks lonely. And who better to solve that little dilemma than Aithne?
So she all but skips along the riverbank, approaching the stranger with a bright smile. "Whatcha doin'?" she asks as she approaches, stopping a polite distance away and cocking her head to one side as she takes in the stick, and the line, and the... whatever else it is that the stranger has surrounding her. While Aithne personally thinks that hunting in a shift might be easier than fishing, perhaps the stranger has her reasons.
A flash of something pale catches Aithne's attention, and she pauses in her meandering to check it out. She is surprised when another Ancient looks back at her from down the riverbank, even going so far as to wave at her before going back to whatever it is that she's doing. The girl blinks, watching with a curiosity that can't quite be smothered. A part of her recognizes that the stranger is minding her own business, and that if she'd wanted to converse, she'd have started a conversation. But the other part of her - the part who has never met a stranger - decides that the woman looks lonely. And who better to solve that little dilemma than Aithne?
So she all but skips along the riverbank, approaching the stranger with a bright smile. "Whatcha doin'?" she asks as she approaches, stopping a polite distance away and cocking her head to one side as she takes in the stick, and the line, and the... whatever else it is that the stranger has surrounding her. While Aithne personally thinks that hunting in a shift might be easier than fishing, perhaps the stranger has her reasons.
When you hold me, it holds me together
And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever
And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
