I salute you if you're much too much to handle
Aithne is more than happy to be pulled along, tugged towards the food and items arrayed beneath the canopies. Brilliant colors arc overhead as they duck beneath the shade, vendors immediately beginning to call out to them. For Aithne's part, she finds some kebabs of an unknown meat - cooked rare, of course - and quickly devours them. Then there are the sweets; she'd always had a sweet tooth, and even becoming an Ancient had not deterred her in that regard. She studies her options for longer than strictly necessary, charming her way to a few free samples, before deciding on some saltwater taffy that, according to the merchant, had been brought all the way from Torchline.
"This is almost as wild as the Blood Moon Festival," she says, her dark eyes on the dancers who sway in time with the music. There is not, perhaps, quite as much debauchery or chaos, but it's a spectacle all the same. "I love it."
"This is almost as wild as the Blood Moon Festival," she says, her dark eyes on the dancers who sway in time with the music. There is not, perhaps, quite as much debauchery or chaos, but it's a spectacle all the same. "I love it."
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
