Welcome to my underworld
Where it gets quite dark
Where it gets quite dark
Aithne watches the chaos unfold with a look of bemused interest, as though all of this is something to be observed with a bowl of popcorn. Kaisel's attempts at helping bring a small, wicked smile to her face; she's certain that Charlie would be just fine without his assistance, but equally sure that her mentor is enjoying the attention that the young man brings. A small part of her feels a bit sorry for Flora, who seems to be completely at a loss. She can't quite relate, but she recognizes how it feels to be out of place in a crowded room, that sensation, at least, a familiar one.
Things progress more quickly than Aithne anticipates. Before she can follow Dantalion's suggestion, a swarm of medics descend, and then the baby is born: a daughter, apparently, and one who has earned a look of complete adoration from the priestess. Aithne slips a bit closer to see the babe, and an immediate grin is sent towards Charlie. "Congratulations," she echoes Astaroth, still hovering as though there is something more she can say or offer to a situation in which she is actually entirely useless.
Things progress more quickly than Aithne anticipates. Before she can follow Dantalion's suggestion, a swarm of medics descend, and then the baby is born: a daughter, apparently, and one who has earned a look of complete adoration from the priestess. Aithne slips a bit closer to see the babe, and an immediate grin is sent towards Charlie. "Congratulations," she echoes Astaroth, still hovering as though there is something more she can say or offer to a situation in which she is actually entirely useless.
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.
