Fish were not a subject on which Aisling was particularly knowledgeable, not having interacted with them before. They were one of those vague things, that were just generally out there in the world, living their lives just as she was living hers and neither the twain shall meet. Well, they apparently were destined to meet for here in the ruby glade, Aisling found herself speaking to a fish, and lo and behold, the fish responded. One thing Aisling did know was emotion, having spent the last year of her life contemplating their intricacies, so when the fish splashed in the shallows it was clear to the little mare that it was a happy splash, and that had her grinning like a loon.

And then the fish spoke. S p o k e.

Aisling, was enchanted, enthralled and downright delighted but the unforeseen wonder of the articulate salmon; so much so that even as a small crowd gathered around, she barely took more that a cursory glance at any of them (save, of course for the small, Mute boy she had encountered in the Deep Forrest, he got a special smile.)

But the fish continued, and the little illusionist listened with rapt attention glancing often at the egg with a curious glance. This, it seemed was one of the companion eggs, and perhaps then it was not so strange that the remarkable fish had come to take guardianship of it as that strange little rat-man had done. Aisling had rather limited experience with companions, but what she did now sounded rather wonderful; she always enjoyed building bonds. It also seemed quite a shame that this egg and the should inside it might be left to fend for itself. Aisling wanted to help, and taking a look around at the gathered bodies did not dissuade her from wanting to offer her support to the fish—to the egg. She hadn’t been tested yet, and perhaps the child in her womb enhanced the feeling, but she had a strong drive to nurture.

When the question came, Aisling contemplated the choices, listening as others gave varied answers. She had not way of knowing of course, never having met a dragon, a griffin, or a rougarou but it seemed foolish not to try. “Aye, I’ll say the first is true. I’ve seen birds that fly faster than that, so why should their back end make that much of a difference?”

Aisling chooses option A

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Seeking: Dragon | Common (green) | Fire Breath
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Prior Refusals: One