Not My Forest… [Complete]

[aislingphelan]

Character(s): Aisling and whomever would like to stumble across her.
Content: Aisling arrives in Paixao.
Setting: The vicinity of Muspelheim
Time: Dusk
Warnings: Annoying little fairy-wolf thing ;)

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[songsandknives]

Sheik had only been in the strange city a few minutes before the white wolf arrived. She had stopped only a moment, out of sight, to organize her thoughts, form some kind of plan before going further in. But the sudden disturbance at the gate grabbed her attention, as bystanders clamored to get out of the creature's path.

Intrigued, she watched it a moment, then put away the small device she'd been given and began to follow.

She tailed the wolf at a distance - not as comfortable a distance as she would have liked, but any further back and she would lose it in the streets - for several minutes before it slowed. Sheik matched its pace. Seeing it up close reinforced her first impression, that this creature was something more than a wolf, and if that was so - well.

She closed the distance a little, just enough to let it notice her presence, although her footsteps remained as silent as before. Beyond that, she would let the wolf make the first move.

[aislingphelan]

The wolf turned her head, enough to glance over her shoulder at the stranger. This… person, dressed nothing like those she’d seen in Kells. Her ears titled back, listening for footsteps… humans were always so loud after all. However, she scarcely heard much more than the occasional whisper of fabric over the noise the rest of this place made.

In the flash of an instant, the wolf crouched, then shot straight upward! Yet, she seemed hardly a wolf at all! Long, silver hair trailed behind her form, and delicate hands grasped the ornate, Victorian details on the walls as she scaled the nearest building. A moment later, a girl far smaller than the wolf perched on the rooftop, before crouching, hiding all but her eyes.

A high, youthful voice called out. “Who are you?”

[songsandknives]

Sheik remained where she was, peering up after the wolf-turned-girl as she climbed to the roof. So she'd been right about that, at least. Magical creatures were notoriously fickle, but maybe if this went well, she'd have an ally in the short term.

"My name is Sheik," she called upward, not unduly loud. "Who are you?"

[aislingphelan]

Aisling titled her head, silver strands of hair rolling off her shoulders and onto the roof. However, in response to the question, the girl merely giggled. She stood, then hopped into the air, flipping into an aerial summersault before landing lightly on her feet back on street level. She was short, her hair resting on the ground behind her.

"What kind of place is this?" She made a grand gesture with her hands. "Where are the trees?"

[songsandknives]

No name, then? Ordinarily it wouldn't have mattered, since technically, Sheik hadn't given her real name, either. But it was important, here, to place herself on an equal footing with the girl, and that meant laying down a few basic conditions.

"If I'm to answer your questions, then you must answer mine as well," she replied, folding her arms across her chest.