I salute you if you're much too much to handle
The Blood Moon Festival is everything that Aithne could have wanted and then some.
The girl appears at the edge of the crowd, fanged grin firmly in place and a devilish gleam in her dark eyes. She surveys the festivities: everything from the performance area filled with music, the random fireworks that light the sky despite the incessant drizzle, and oooooooh, did Charlie say orgy tent?
She's dressed in a scrap of a dress, pale pink and sequined. Blood red had been a contender, but it was a little too on the nose for Aithne - and besides, bubblegum pink is much more her. Her hair is braided tightly against her scalp, ends hanging down her back. She's given up on her curls this season, given that the rain just makes her look like a drowning poodle. But even that mental image can't dampen her spirits tonight, on the night of her very first Blood Moon Festival.
Since Charlie seems to be busy dart!ing here and there, coaxing people into the chaos, Aithne leaves her be. Instead, she notes Vesper standing with a man she doesn't know and saunters over, playful smirk on her lips. "Vesperrrrr," she trills as she approaches, wiggling her fingers in a way that might have been flirtatious coming from anyone else. "Enjoying the party?" Her tail flicks lazily behind her as she glances towards Jack. Zoning in on the drink in his hand, she adds, "Ooooo, drinks!" and snags one from the vendor behind them.
The girl appears at the edge of the crowd, fanged grin firmly in place and a devilish gleam in her dark eyes. She surveys the festivities: everything from the performance area filled with music, the random fireworks that light the sky despite the incessant drizzle, and oooooooh, did Charlie say orgy tent?
She's dressed in a scrap of a dress, pale pink and sequined. Blood red had been a contender, but it was a little too on the nose for Aithne - and besides, bubblegum pink is much more her. Her hair is braided tightly against her scalp, ends hanging down her back. She's given up on her curls this season, given that the rain just makes her look like a drowning poodle. But even that mental image can't dampen her spirits tonight, on the night of her very first Blood Moon Festival.
Since Charlie seems to be busy dart!ing here and there, coaxing people into the chaos, Aithne leaves her be. Instead, she notes Vesper standing with a man she doesn't know and saunters over, playful smirk on her lips. "Vesperrrrr," she trills as she approaches, wiggling her fingers in a way that might have been flirtatious coming from anyone else. "Enjoying the party?" Her tail flicks lazily behind her as she glances towards Jack. Zoning in on the drink in his hand, she adds, "Ooooo, drinks!" and snags one from the vendor behind them.
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
