[SWE] The Feast of Bells - 320PC

I salute you if you're much too much to handle

The Feast of Bells is perhaps not where Aithne finds that she wants to be (where she wants to be is at home in her nice, warm bed - and, honestly, who can blame her?), but she's here all the same, making the rounds, batting her lashes, saying hello, and generally being her bubbly, happy-go-lucky self. She's bundled up in a large, fur-lined coat against the chill of Deepfrost, despite the fact that it's a relatively warm afternoon in the Oerwoud, and combined with her wild curls and skin-tight pants, she cuts an interesting figure as she flits from here to there among the festivities.

Waving to Dantalion, Astaroth, and Charlie, Aithne prances her way over to Knell, who lingers by the dessert table. "Those are my favorite," she tells the youngling, pointing to a cherry tart. "Although you can never go wrong with any dessert, am I right?" Offering a fanged grin at the child, Aithne scoops up one of the cherry tarts she's pointed out and takes a large bite, tail twitching happily behind her as she enjoys the food.

Aithne

Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.