[open] You took the air out of my lungs only to breathe with another; Any!

[Aodhan]

Aodhán

little fire

All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost

Oh, how stupid must I look to her. Me, the small youngling in front of her, she a bear-who-is-a-horse. The black mare smiles however, and she forgives my idiocy for thinking that she wouldn't notice me - me, who is sick, and will cough every now and then and give my position away whether I like it or not.

Well, at least she is nice enough to let me near her.

I blush a little, though my winter coat is thick enough to hide it. Instead, I focus on the question. "Hi! I'm Aodhán." I know it's pronunciation, Aey-yan, is a little hard but I'm quite sure she'll manage. I shrug when it comes to my sickness though. "Yeah well. Everybody does, nowadays hmm?" I don't tell her about the fairy quest - ironically, I think that's where I picked it up; scouring through the unsafe lands even if I was told not to linger in them. But it shouldn't matter. "It's gonna be cured soon. You'll see." After all, they said it was the last ingredient. It can't take forever now for them to find something, right? Right?

Ah well, maybe we should talk about something else. Uhm. "Do you like the Isle so far?" I ask her - unaware that she's just arrived, really.

@[Caelestra]