Aislin stretched her arms high over her head as she leaned back in the comfy patio chair she had claimed a bit ago. She loved dancing and the life inside Indulge but sometimes she craved a quieter night, one filled with the stars and a gentle breeze. The weather was slowly turning to autumn and over the decades she discovered she loved that time of year. Given she could no longer enjoy the sun and didn’t feel extreme temperatures, summer no longer ranked high amongst the seasons. But autumn had scents that were comforting and could induce memories and it brought out delicious flavours of pumpkin and apples.
Not that she was enjoying either at the moment as she grabbed her glass of wine, swirled it, and sipped. Too much time beside Rafe had made her enjoy the liquid, something she had barely touched in life. Some days it seemed pointless to drink alcohol at all since it didn’t affect her but there was just something soothing in the act, especially on her quiet nights of reflection or relaxing. That night was done for relaxing, which was evident in her simple clothes of short jean shorts and a baggy burnt orange sweater that hung loose on one shoulder. Rafe hated when she went that casual but had long ago accepted her fashion whims—especially since she typically enjoyed dresses and followed his rules for important events.
Though, she supposed some reflection was being done as she smiled to herself at the nickname the Family members kept using on her over the last several months. Fig. At first she rolled her eyes at them but couldn’t deny she was struggling with the budding new power and she was leaving figments of herself in some minds. But she liked it. It was cute and it just felt like a good fit with her personality.
She waved at the server for a refill on her glass and spotted someone new joining the small patio crowd. That was a perk to the late hour and the cooling season; not many stayed outside long, even with the delightful fire pit. Aislin studied the woman as she claimed her own table and frowned as memories of her earlier vampiric life came back to her. It couldn’t be, could it? Aislin gave a smile and a word of thanks when her drink was replaced and sipped at it in contemplation. It had to be Naomi but what was she doing in Greenbrooke? What were the chances of their paths crossing again after so long?
There was a moment’s hesitation about going to see the woman but nerves weren’t something to slow Aislin down. Even if she was wrong or the leopardess didn’t want to see her or remember her, it was no skin off her back. With glass in hand, Aislin got to her feet and crossed the patio, softly calling out, “Naomi?” as she was close enough to the woman. Despite a century or so in North America, her Irish accent still lingered to a degree. Aislin liked it too much and was too stubborn to let it slip away on her and at times she played it up, like now, to help Naomi remember her, just in case.
With a mischievous grin, Aislin went on to ask, “has my pretty kitty come back out to play?”
Not that she was enjoying either at the moment as she grabbed her glass of wine, swirled it, and sipped. Too much time beside Rafe had made her enjoy the liquid, something she had barely touched in life. Some days it seemed pointless to drink alcohol at all since it didn’t affect her but there was just something soothing in the act, especially on her quiet nights of reflection or relaxing. That night was done for relaxing, which was evident in her simple clothes of short jean shorts and a baggy burnt orange sweater that hung loose on one shoulder. Rafe hated when she went that casual but had long ago accepted her fashion whims—especially since she typically enjoyed dresses and followed his rules for important events.
Though, she supposed some reflection was being done as she smiled to herself at the nickname the Family members kept using on her over the last several months. Fig. At first she rolled her eyes at them but couldn’t deny she was struggling with the budding new power and she was leaving figments of herself in some minds. But she liked it. It was cute and it just felt like a good fit with her personality.
She waved at the server for a refill on her glass and spotted someone new joining the small patio crowd. That was a perk to the late hour and the cooling season; not many stayed outside long, even with the delightful fire pit. Aislin studied the woman as she claimed her own table and frowned as memories of her earlier vampiric life came back to her. It couldn’t be, could it? Aislin gave a smile and a word of thanks when her drink was replaced and sipped at it in contemplation. It had to be Naomi but what was she doing in Greenbrooke? What were the chances of their paths crossing again after so long?
There was a moment’s hesitation about going to see the woman but nerves weren’t something to slow Aislin down. Even if she was wrong or the leopardess didn’t want to see her or remember her, it was no skin off her back. With glass in hand, Aislin got to her feet and crossed the patio, softly calling out, “Naomi?” as she was close enough to the woman. Despite a century or so in North America, her Irish accent still lingered to a degree. Aislin liked it too much and was too stubborn to let it slip away on her and at times she played it up, like now, to help Naomi remember her, just in case.
With a mischievous grin, Aislin went on to ask, “has my pretty kitty come back out to play?”
