The only good thing about the desert, as far as Aithne is concerned, is that it isn't bone-chillingly cold.
Well, that - and the bones.
Sand stretches in every direction, speckled and spotted with skeletons of varying shapes and sizes. Aithne leans over the railing of the skyship, bundled in warmer clothing than she suspects she will need in Hak Etme, if only for the altitude of the trip. Keen dark eyes spot this skeleton and that, tracing the lines of what she imagines were once dragons or horses or any manner of other creature, wondering if it was the heat that got to them or if there's something else about the desert that she should be wary of.
Either way, she doesn't move until the skyship docks, and then she disembarks, keeping an eye out for Colt Winchester. She's met Colt once before, she thinks, although she'd been tagging along with Thalassa that time and hadn't bothered much with pleasantries. An oversight, perhaps, given that she is hoping for diplomacy now - but she'd been helpful in building that port, hadn't she? Maybe that will have earned her some goodwill.
Spotting the marshal amongst the people gathered - more than she's expected to see here, in truth, though still not many - Aithne skips her way over, offering a playful salute to the region's leader. "Hi, Colt!" she chirps, flashing a fanged grin. "Thanks for meeting with me."
Well, that - and the bones.
Sand stretches in every direction, speckled and spotted with skeletons of varying shapes and sizes. Aithne leans over the railing of the skyship, bundled in warmer clothing than she suspects she will need in Hak Etme, if only for the altitude of the trip. Keen dark eyes spot this skeleton and that, tracing the lines of what she imagines were once dragons or horses or any manner of other creature, wondering if it was the heat that got to them or if there's something else about the desert that she should be wary of.
Either way, she doesn't move until the skyship docks, and then she disembarks, keeping an eye out for Colt Winchester. She's met Colt once before, she thinks, although she'd been tagging along with Thalassa that time and hadn't bothered much with pleasantries. An oversight, perhaps, given that she is hoping for diplomacy now - but she'd been helpful in building that port, hadn't she? Maybe that will have earned her some goodwill.
Spotting the marshal amongst the people gathered - more than she's expected to see here, in truth, though still not many - Aithne skips her way over, offering a playful salute to the region's leader. "Hi, Colt!" she chirps, flashing a fanged grin. "Thanks for meeting with me."
Aithne Murphy
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
