I salute you if you're much too much to handle
Aithne is nothing if not an eternal optimist, and it's unclear even to her whether she simply believes that the woman is being too harsh on her teaching abilities, or if she has decided that she will charm her way into the other Ancient's good graces, or perhaps there is something else entirely driving her to press for tutelage. She watches attentively as the other Ancient walks around her, crouching beside the ROUS and beginning to skin it. Aithne is enthralled, immediately deciding that daggers are to be her weapon of choice and daydreaming about the various places she can stash them on her body.
There is a brief pause after the woman threatens her, and one might think that this is the moment when Aithne reconsiders this rather questionable endeavor; but in reality, she is simply memorizing the way the woman's hands move with the dagger, slipping beneath charred skin and carving through flesh in a way that Aithne has never seen before. "Deal," she says after a moment, dark gaze flicking up to meet the other Ancient's squarely. "Seems like as good a way to learn as any." And with the threat of death on the table? Well, that's a motivator if there ever was one.
There is a brief pause after the woman threatens her, and one might think that this is the moment when Aithne reconsiders this rather questionable endeavor; but in reality, she is simply memorizing the way the woman's hands move with the dagger, slipping beneath charred skin and carving through flesh in a way that Aithne has never seen before. "Deal," she says after a moment, dark gaze flicking up to meet the other Ancient's squarely. "Seems like as good a way to learn as any." And with the threat of death on the table? Well, that's a motivator if there ever was one.
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
