AND I AIN'T GONNA LOSE / meeting

[aine.]

[align=center]— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —

The scary tigress really wasn't leaving then.  Aine chewed the inside of her cheek.  Okay.  Her ears flicked down sharply.  Hazel hues -- golden for the moment -- flickered warily towards the marketplace's center.  Stubborn.  Her paws stayed put on the ground, not moving an inch closer.

She could hear just fine from here anyhow.  No need to get any closer to the scary tigress.  She should go back to the castle soon.  Check on Ikaia and the others.  No pirates there; aside from Ikaia and Salem of course.

Flicking her ears, Aine turned her eyes on the ground, attempting to grow a small dandelion beneath her paws.

— I'll come back when you call me —