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Thiri's eyes remained narrowed, slivering even more if it were physically possible. She wasn't too familiar with debts - too young to have them, really, but she disliked the idea of it quite immediately. The young fae leaned away from his words with a visible grimace. Would have rather he'd...

That line of questions, of accusations, did stop the girl in her tracks. Aethiriin blinked into the ether before her. "I don't like asking for people's names...they never stick around long enough for me to use them," she replied shortly to him, clearly jilted by the fact that the unknown voice...

"Contagious?" Thiri murmured absently, not really thinking of the word itself as anything but an adjective. He might've said he wasn't adventurous or generous or something equally irrelevant to her own current whirlwind of thoughts, "Why would you be?" Having had little exposure to the shucks...

No answer as to the owner of her pursuer. Did not or would not, Aethiriin let his curiosities fall loosely about them while distracted with this new realm he'd brought her to. "Your...shadow?" she eyed him, curiously enthralled by the very idea of such a thing. How she would have taken refuge...

In the moments of his approach she wasn't really looking at him so much as through him, her gaze disconnected by the churn of her mind and the wariness of her senses as she waited with growing anxiousness for a magic solution to her problem. Fear, agitation, paranoia, and a malaise of the spirit...

Seeing the words scratched into the stone did not have quite the effect the young girl might've hoped for. Why would she need to assure her she was safe and to trust her? What was there to be concerned about that she might not be safe? And what the fuck was Lortha? Rather, where? How far...

A few weeks went by without another appearance of the little Ghost. While Veithir did not attend to every call of the Hunt, even the ones he did would not always produce a waiting Aethiriin. Most often she was taken in by her Uncle Asemir for the duration - but there existed some rare instances...

"Clearly," she echoed him, the cut of her consonants sharp with ire to match a shifting hue of vehement orange within her gaze. Might've stepped away then, letting that emotion carry her quickly before it made something of itself, but she'd asked a question she deeply wanted answers for and it...

He wasn't very good at answering questions, was he? Thiri's eyes narrowed as he stared back, given the impression she was momentarily looking in a mirror. Not answering questions was her thing, but he was decidedly more eloquent about it. Just listen to the way he says my name, like he's trying...

"Wherever," the girl answered blithely, her eyes casting a wide arc as her own arms came to fold at her front, "it's not like he can't find me." Not like she could run away with any ounce of success. Her first attempt years ago had been a horrible, nightmare inducing failure but also the...

She'd startled him - whoops. That wasn't quite what she'd meant to do, but some little part of her felt a bit smug about it all. Sneaking up on a shuck so well that he'd looked about prepared to flee. Don't cause unnecessary trouble, she could hear Veithir's voice in her head. His warnings...

This had become something of a ritual now, watching the Sluagh's departures and arrivals of the hunt. Looking on in curiosity, envy, jealousy, and petulant anger as the silver hair of her Godfather melded among the coal of the black shucks. You are not yet ready to join the Sluagh, child. You...

No one liked to be shushed, especially not Aethiriin who preferred her words to fly freely, but something about the urgency of it clamped her jaw shut. Seemingly of its own self-preserving accord. Whoever it was she was being hidden from she hadn't a clear view of them, which was likely a good...

"Hhhhhhuuuuuh." This ... was not at all what Thiri had in mind when she'd ventured into the caves from which no one had ever returned alive. She couldn't be sure if it was death she'd been seeking, but if this was the afterlife then it could fuck right off. In the dimness of wherever it was...

She pleaded and sobbed the entire way, caught between desperation to get away from her takers, and a keen awareness that she could not keep up with Veithir. He scaled the forest like a creature born of it while her own legs and feet struggled to find sure footing where there was none. More than...