Welcome to my underworld
Where it gets quite dark
Where it gets quite dark
A sudden shout shakes the forest, and the flames flickering around Aithne's fingers stutter out. Damn, she thinks. She'd have to work on maintaining concentration even when some woman is shouting for someone named Jeff. But in the meantime, she wonders who Jeff is: a friend? A lover? 'Companion' doesn't even cross her mind, and when the stranger bounces to a stop in front of her, Aithne offers a fanged grin by way of hello.
"Haven't seen anyone in a glittery blue cowboy hat," she comments. The way the woman's lips pinch makes Aithne think that whoever Jeff is, they might just be in trouble. Her grin widens, tail flicking with excitement, like a cat who's just sighted their next target to pounce on. "But I can help you look, if you want." By which, of course, she means she'll tag along to watch the inevitable fallout of whatever the quarrel she's imagined is.
"Haven't seen anyone in a glittery blue cowboy hat," she comments. The way the woman's lips pinch makes Aithne think that whoever Jeff is, they might just be in trouble. Her grin widens, tail flicking with excitement, like a cat who's just sighted their next target to pounce on. "But I can help you look, if you want." By which, of course, she means she'll tag along to watch the inevitable fallout of whatever the quarrel she's imagined is.
At least you know exactly who your friends are
They're the ones with matching scars
They're the ones with matching scars
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
