ikaia [★] START OF TIME

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— aine | the pitt | fae druid —

The fae nearly jumped out of her skin.  Her hazel hues locked, somewhat wide, on the friendly boy.  He certainly snuck up on her.  She blinked as she glanced back, somber as the butterfly seemed to have disappeared.  She spun back around to the oncilla, furrowing her brow as she tasted the salt on his pelt.

"H-hi." He seemed to nice to be like that pirate who attacked the Pitt's border.  Ikaia.  "'m Aine." She took a cautious step closer, sniffing softly.  "A-are you a pirate?" The logical question.  Aine hardly wanted any trouble with the Typhoon; they seemed mad at Jervis for some reason and they scared her.  They mad da mad too.

She bit the inside of her cheek thoughtfully, beginning to realize she didn't entirely know where she'd wandered off too.  If this was Typhoon lands, she'd smell more of the ocean, surely, so she knew better than that.  If the boy was one of the pirates, why was he way out here?

Antsy, she shuffled a pair of charcoal colored paws.  No.  He seemed too friendly to mean any sort of trouble, regardless of where he came from.  Captain Goldie seemed nice too. Aine knew she walked in frightening circles, growing more and more anxious.  She barely remembered to breathe properly.  She really didn't want to be caught in the crossfire again, much less without a single soul she knew around.

— I'll come back when you call me —