The chest is positively coated in glitter, which brings a fanged grin to Aithne's face as she snags at the flower petals and begins to arrange them just so. It's a task that requires little thought, though, and the girl turns to conversation to fill the empty space. Unfortunately for Melita, Aithne is not one to let things go, and her nature is not one to turn a blind eye when there is a juicy morsel of gossip to be gained. So at the rising flush in Mel's cheeks, the Ancient's grin turns a touch wicked.
The name does not immediately jar the girl's memory (despite the fact that she has unknowingly met the man - they just failed to exchange names, apparently), but her fingers still on the flower petals as she glances up to bounce her brows suggestively at Melita. "Iskra, hmmmm?" she says, an invitation to please say more clear in her tone. "And what has Iskra done to earn such a wonderful gift?"
The name does not immediately jar the girl's memory (despite the fact that she has unknowingly met the man - they just failed to exchange names, apparently), but her fingers still on the flower petals as she glances up to bounce her brows suggestively at Melita. "Iskra, hmmmm?" she says, an invitation to please say more clear in her tone. "And what has Iskra done to earn such a wonderful gift?"
Aithne Murphy
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
