I salute you if you're much too much to handle
Aithne stands in front of the Temple, hands on her hips, as she surveys the newly completed fountain. It's a marvel of dark stone and blood-red wine, but it's still missing the healing properties that are so crucial to its completion. Aithne has been tasked with helping to purify the area, but as someone without a lick of light magic to her name, she's unsure exactly how she's going to accomplish that goal.
She prowls around the fountain to peer at it from a different angle, head tilting to one side as she crosses her arms over her chest. Pursing her lips, she considers. Maybe she should have thought this through a little better, found someone to help her rather than diving in headfirst. Making a soft tsking noise, she glares at the fountain. She might have to come back another day to do this, and that will really piss her off.
She prowls around the fountain to peer at it from a different angle, head tilting to one side as she crosses her arms over her chest. Pursing her lips, she considers. Maybe she should have thought this through a little better, found someone to help her rather than diving in headfirst. Making a soft tsking noise, she glares at the fountain. She might have to come back another day to do this, and that will really piss her off.
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
