I didn't come here to make friends
We were born to be suburban legends
We were born to be suburban legends
Aithne follows lightly as Melita continues on to the next puddle. Suddenly, water doused the mud, sending it slipping this way and that in fractured pieces, startling a snort of glee from the Ancient. Pleased that Melita seems to remember her, the girl flicks her tail with annoyance as she finds herself the unwitting captive of still more mud. Kicking at the puddle, she delights when the mud almost seems to make a screeching, keening sort of noise and rolls out of her way - though it doesn't stay there for long, already seeking its next victim.
Snowball fights do not sound like Aithne's idea of fun, and she wrinkles her nose at the thought of all that wet cold against her skin. It was one thing when she was an Accepted up in Stormbreak, but these days... not so much. "Ludo stuff, huh?" she muses as she walks along a thin line of dry ground. "Sounds like fun. Got anything planned this season?" A mud fight could be amusing, if messy, particularly given that the memory mud seems to have a mind of its own.
Snowball fights do not sound like Aithne's idea of fun, and she wrinkles her nose at the thought of all that wet cold against her skin. It was one thing when she was an Accepted up in Stormbreak, but these days... not so much. "Ludo stuff, huh?" she muses as she walks along a thin line of dry ground. "Sounds like fun. Got anything planned this season?" A mud fight could be amusing, if messy, particularly given that the memory mud seems to have a mind of its own.
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.
