[SWE] Festival of Lights - 320PC

In the middle of the night, in my dreams
You should see the things we do, baby

Iskra has a point about the memory mud, and Aithne wrinkles her nose as she thinks back to her own efforts against the sentient muck. She hadn't been terribly effective against it (but then, she's not terribly effective against anything, yet). She still remembers the way it clung to her skin as she'd tried to pry it from surfaces and toss it aside. But that's long since past, and she shrugs. All the scream rain seems to do is annoy people, and given that that's Aithne's entire character, she can't be particularly bothered by the competition.

But the news about the surprise is welcome indeed, and her eyes light with wicked delight as Iskra regales her with the tale. "That's a neat trick," she says of Melita's invisibility, voice admiring and approving all at once. "And you seem none the worse for wear, sooooo..." she adds to Iskra, mischief in her gaze as she takes in their proximity. "I do think you might have some glitter left in your hair, though."

In the middle of the night, in my dreams
I know I'm gonna be with you, so I take my time

Aithne