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To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars
[ ALBRECHT ] Aisling's eyes, so often bright and sparkling, narrowed as they came to rest on the Phantom. One of the Basin, surely, but not one that Aisling had met before and not at first sight a figure that inspired any real confidence that she would benefit from an acquaintance. He was tall and dirty looking, even his mane was on the wrong side of his neck. As Aisling's first impressions had a tendency to run towards the superficial, her subconscious appraised what she saw as physical faults and immediately ascribed them to defects in character as well. Her mind didn't quite jump to "EVIL!" as it might have done in the early years of her fanciful youth, but she had little doubt that here is someone with whom she would not get along. Albrecht loomed over her, showing absolutely no regard for the sanctity of personal space. He slurred words at her, seeming half intoxicated and wholly rude. Can't handle a bit if incense, can you, boyo... Though unease would have caused her to jerk her head back from his, maybe even step back, there was suddenly a flare of pride that sparked, fueled by indignation. She forced herself to gaze steadily at him, eyes looking more like little storm clouds than ever. This was her show and he'd waltz in here and be so ungainly and disrespectful in front of strangers? She had only been in the Basin a short time, but Aisling had come to love her new home well enough to be riled at anyone who would give cause to others who disparage it. "Riddle? Nay sir, the spirits are abundantly clear when it comes to you." In her disapproval, the little witchling's accent thickened. Adopting her best air of mystical menace and foreboding she moved to circle him. Her eyes flicked to the little snake that curled around one horn and around the stallion with an obviously critical rake. Fine example you're setting... This event was proof that Aisling wan't above a little charade for entertainment, and she certainly wasn't above using it to dole out her version of life advice either. "Ye have two paths and are free to choose between them, one to relief and one to ruin. If you continue as you are, you'll reach the later and others will suffer for it. Ye will have more that one soul te worry about and te care for, donna forget that." She stopped again in her original position and lifted her chin, as imperious as a little pony can be. "Go léiríonn roinnt alos nó gheobhaidh tú bhfuil aon cheann. Now, out of my circle." [Translation :: "Show some respect or you shall receive none."] |
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Aisling in all posts ::
