[SWE] Festival of Lights - 320PC

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

Aithne snorts at Iskra's statement, a wide, fanged grin lighting her face. The herpes of crafts, is an apt description, making the entire thing all the more delightful for a girl who finds such joy in the pain of others (but only in a good-natured way, of course). She is quick to jump on the offer. "Oooo, cannons," she squeals, clapping her hands together with glee. "Name the time and place and I'll be there." To wreak a little havoc of her own, perhaps, if her scant time spent with Melita has been any indication so far.

The pairing of Melita and Iskra seems to be a match made in heaven (hell?), and Aithne watches them threaten one another with her smile firmly in place. "Well, if either of you ever need any assistance, you know where to find me," she chirps, batting her lashes at the pair of them. As a completely neutral party, she can certainly strive to impart chaos wherever she goes, for whatever reason, against whomever seems to deserve it more at the time.

There's a hush that falls over the party as Ludo seems to choose someone's lantern, some woman Aithne vaguely recognizes as the Luminary. Unbothered and uninterested, Aithne casts her gaze around the rest of the festival, taking it all in.

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

Aithne