The little faerie is an odd thing compared to the small herd that gathers around her, or at the very least she feeling conspicuous in her other-ness. There are warriors here, like the slate colored stallion with the leonine tail and the scarred mare; there are the beautiful, like Lena and the sea-mare with shells in her hair; there are the unique, like Johnny (handsomer than any to Aisling's eyes). Aisling is none of these things; she is not tall, or strong, or lovely, or interesting; Aisling alone does not bear a crown of horns upon her head. There is a moment, as the Got of Time expels his frustrations where Aisling wonders how it is that she could have thought herself at home among such company, as different from them all as she seems to be. 

It is Hotaru's absence and her own perceived failure in finding the Pink Lady that lies at the root of this flare of insecurity. As the black-swirled patron speaks his displeasure Aisling's stormy eyes fall to stare at the ground near his feet. "WHERE THE FUCK IS HOTARU." The God bellows and the wee mare visibly flinches but it seems his wrath is stayed and when he continues in a softer voice she dares to peek upward again. 

The Master of Time's focus is bent on the ocean-clad healer and Aisling follows his gaze. The tension that gripped her features eases somewhat as he speaks of the future. Even without the recent unpleasantness, the Fae would have more than willing to help improve her home as the God warns they must, but no that warning lights a determined fire that she (in her capacity as Thief) is more that eager to fulfill. Tiamat is raised to Lady in place of the Reaper, and what a contrast it seems and even the God comments on it in his way. The Fae smiled at the blue mare as other offered their congratulations and thought to herself that she better make it a point to meet the new Lady properly after this meeting was through.

As cunning as the faerie had proved herself of late, even she was not prepared for the God's roving eye to then land upon her. Clever tiny one, he calls her, and the little woman's eyes widen in shock. Had she really discover'd the truth of Kisamoa before the gods? Yes, surely she had been there to see the God of Earth's reaction, but hearing it stated so plainly was a strange thing. As her surprise at being addressed mixed with pride at her discovery, both warred with her fear of a reprimand and such a flurry of emotions almost made Aisling miss the most pertinent bit of information: she would lead alongside Tiamat.

The words seemed fuzzy in her ears, outlandish and far away. Her lips parted around a shocked little gasp but Aisling could not pretend that the God's intentions were unclear. Images of Diemos and Hotaru rose in her mind, wavering pictures she had imagined of the kings and queens in all her tales and songs seemed to rise behind them, all tall and imposing, to dwarf little Aisling. Who was she to be counted among such company? Who was she to presume to lead? No one, no one...just a thief, just a little faerie. But the God's will was firm and who was she to deny it. 

Surety, determination, purpose; they blazes though Aisling like a wildfire, lighting her face with a brightness it had lacked in the past weeks. "As you will it. Already my service is sworn to the Basin, to it I pledge my life and light."Her head falls in acceptance of the God's words but in the motion is assurance too, a promise in her acknowledgement that she would not fail. Aisling will do what she can, what she must, to protect her home, her family. For that's what she has here, as different as she may be from them, as little as she know them, they are hers. Until Hotaru returns.

Congratulations directed at her join the ones that had flown for Tiamat and Aisling meets each with a gracious nod. Tiamat's enthusiastic smile is encouraging and that Aisling returns in ernest. There is comfort to be found in the kind face of of the blue mare and Aisling hopes that they will work well together. 

The General pulls Aisling's attention and the moment is sobering; there are dangers in the world, especially now, and it doesn't do to forget that. The stallion (the Reaper's son?), is another unknown, though she had been there to see him lead the attempted assault on the bone monster. From what she'd seen he was a capable commander but she is no proper judge of that. She nods her approval of his intentions tough quickly voices her own caution. "Aye, we should to learn all we can, but we'll need to speak before you go. My position will need to be filled and I would not have the Basin left unguarded while you're away." She flicked her gaze to Tiamat, waiting for the ocean mare add to her words.