I salute you if you're much too much to handle
In the midst of conversing with Knell, Aithne is distracted enough that she doesn't notice the man approaching - or if she does, he's just another face in the crowd, presumably on his way to gather some food or drink or good company. It isn't until he is perusing the desserts table, pressing in close enough to jostle her, that Aithne looks up to notice Finch.
He's about her age, slender and lithe, with a mop of dark hair contrasting his light skin. She smiles, revealing sharp fangs, and flutters her lashes playfully as she leans into his space. "Oh, don't worry," she simpers. "I'm happy to share." As if the tarts are all hers, and she's doing him a favor by allowing him one. Then, lowering her voice to a whisper, almost instinctively shielding Knell from the goings-on, she flicks her gaze towards the hand in her pocket and adds playfully, "You're not going to find anything in there."
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Aithne catches Finch trying to pickpocket her empty pocket!
He's about her age, slender and lithe, with a mop of dark hair contrasting his light skin. She smiles, revealing sharp fangs, and flutters her lashes playfully as she leans into his space. "Oh, don't worry," she simpers. "I'm happy to share." As if the tarts are all hers, and she's doing him a favor by allowing him one. Then, lowering her voice to a whisper, almost instinctively shielding Knell from the goings-on, she flicks her gaze towards the hand in her pocket and adds playfully, "You're not going to find anything in there."
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Aithne catches Finch trying to pickpocket her empty pocket!
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
