[AW] misguided ghosts

[Aislinn]

Aislinn  magical, wild thing you are I'm in love with Florentine. She didn't know why she was following the red-gold youngling up the god-damn mountain. She didn't know why she even bothered.. the wicked lovely little thing could obviously handle her own. Watching her from afar, however, and seeing her emerald-jeweled eyes gleam with nothing other than pure mischief had the warrior's skin crawling. Her blood sang with suspicion. The last thing she wanted to do was to trek up to the Peak, so soon after she had run into her king in the citadel.. too soon after so many things were said and unsaid between them. I'm in love with — She stomped her hoof angrily onto the stone, quickening her pace as she trotted up up up, hot pants ringing through her lungs as the air thinned. The louder her breathing, the more his voice was beginning to drown out in her head. If only she could stop the constant replaying of his words.  Thankfully, the winged fae began to slow, relief flooding her as the stairway to heaven began to plateau and flatten. A shiver ran down her sweaty skin as she tucked her wings in close to her lithe frame, shaking her crown to rid herself of the lingering voices from her memories. Suddenly she realized that the sacred aclove was no longer as small as she remembered it — the shrines of their gods no longer the focal point, as the space inside the stone citadel was crowded with a throng of strangers. Orbs of icy-blue flames glazed over the group huddled under the vaulted ceiling, nostrils flaring as she took in the combined scents of those she had never seen before. Her target — Mila — stood on the edge, half of her freckled body still covered in shadow. The others, Aislinn began to take note of. The silver-blue mare had the distinct cloud of Denocte's musky perfume; the other three, however.. were not children of the Night. The warrior-gypsy's eyes narrowed as she took in the details. Her gaze hardened, velvet lips tight in a thin line. A pretty thing of copper coloring, a boy the color of molten silver — like his eyes, she noticed, snickering — and a peculiar painted man that towered over her own height by several hands. Aislinn's ears pricked at the man's words, a muscle twitching at "Solterrans."  With a stiff inhale, the Night King's chosen Champion of Battle stood her ground, raising her chin defiantly. Her ears flattened against her skull as her gaze flickered between them with obvious distrust. "You two should not be alone with them," she said through her teeth. "I'm here to take you both back to the Keep." @freya @Raum @mila @rhoswen @Torstein "Aislinn speech." ★