the iron in her heart

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

In all honesty, Aithne has not given much thought to things she doesn’t have. She’s grateful that Dygra answered her plea and turned her into an Ancient; anything beyond the salvation that the change had provided her seems selfish, somehow. But she thinks about it now, her face screwing up almost comically as she shakes water droplets off her hands Now that she’s pondering it, there seem to be so many options. Shifts, abilities, items - like a feast laid out before her, each possibility calling her name.

”I’ve always wanted to be able to Dart,” she says finally, shrugging a shoulder. ”Or, oooo, a flying shift, maybe? But, I dunno, those seem very Dygra.” Turning her attention to Melita, the Ancient leans back on her hands, allowing her soaked bottom half to catch the sun in the hopes of drying out. ”What would you ask for, if you were me?”

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

Aithne

girls can be dangerous and still win

Stretching out her arms and surveying the remaining water balloons, she hummed, head tilting as she pondered the question. Ordinarily she might have answers at the ready for those she knew really well, and Aithne was a fun friend, but their discussions had leaned and gleaned towards actions of moderate mayhem, rather than focusing and pinpointing on logistics or conversations around heralds. So her features twisted and turned into thinking poses, conjuring probabilities and possibilities. “Yeah – so anything you’d want should probably reflect Ludo’s vibe,” she insisted with a light shrug. Dart wasn’t going to happen, since that was a Dygra and Ancient base.

Then a smile came over her face – a usual flare for the world of assaults and sieges. “What about some kind of weapon?” Her usual go-to anyway – an object embedded with dual purposes and stature, that could serve and deal damage, spite, and any other conspiracy laced within. “Do you already have any of those?”

Melita

she knew exactly what she was doing when she invited the wild in