the iron in her heart

I didn't come here to make friends
We were born to be suburban legends

Kaiholo Port is unlike anything that Aithne has experienced previously, somehow managing to be simultaneously similar to and altogether different from Jack Tar Landing. Everywhere she looks, ships rock in the waves, brightly painted buildings stand against the beach, and market stalls choke the walkways. Various piles of barrels and crates clutter every path, forcing the significant crowd milling about to bob and weave their way through the chaos. Merchants and sailors shout, hels wheel overhead, and altogether, everything blends together in an absolute riot of color and sound that has Aithne momentarily staring.

It doesn't take her long to recover, and then she's slipping into the throng, allowing herself to be pulled this way and that with the crowd, keeping a careful eye on her scant belongings to make sure no pickpockets try their luck with her. Indeed, she quickly becomes the predator, relieving one distracted man of his coin purse as she ducks between two stalls and quickly disappears. Now she has money - a fair bit of it, thanks to her unsuspecting target - and that affords her the ability to browse the stalls and shops dotting the waterfront. Off she goes, a bounce in her step and a wicked grin on her face, tail flicking behind her with satisfaction as she begins to search for her lunch.

When you hold me, it holds me together
And you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever

Aithne