bury me in your memory . joining

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Quiet, gentle curiosity lit hazel hues.  Hooves trod warily over the sand, the past leaving strangers a point of uncertainty.  Danger.  Her splinted hindleg wobbled behind her.  Teeth, antsy, caught the inside of her cheek, ears perking as eyes settled on the stranger.  Yet another stranger in the past few days... At least he didn't issue out a challenge like the last.  At least.  Yet.

The way he paced made her fur prick.  Uncertain.  The little fae breathed out softly, shuffling the dark feathers at her side.  Something felt familiar about him.  Like she knew someone... Maybe.  Maybe not.  Regardless, something wild and ancient lived in his aura that reminded her of her father and her cousins.  It almost soothed her.  Almost.

"'m-'m Aine... Who um... Who're you?  'an... 'an ca-can I help you?"

— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —