I salute you if you're much too much to handle
It isn't until she finds the perfect spot to practice and sinks to her knees before her torch that the voice rings out, surly and clipped as it warns her to find another spot. If she was anyone else, she would shrug and move along, not wishing to inconvenience a stranger. But she's her, and the chaos gremlin that lives in the back of her mind won't let her, not when she can heckle and pester the owner of the voice.
So she pulls a bit of flame from the torch and holds it aloft, pleased as punch when the fire answers her call. The figure that the light illuminates is dark and somewhat familiar, though it's hard to make out details in the flickering torchlight. "I won't bother you," Aithne promises, though the flames dancing in her dark eyes tell a different story. "We can totally share."
So she pulls a bit of flame from the torch and holds it aloft, pleased as punch when the fire answers her call. The figure that the light illuminates is dark and somewhat familiar, though it's hard to make out details in the flickering torchlight. "I won't bother you," Aithne promises, though the flames dancing in her dark eyes tell a different story. "We can totally share."
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
