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[aislingoftheforest]

 No. I don't want a game. You're no good at them, that Andy-boy in the back of your headspace told me so.

You keep putting strangers in my forest all the time in that tumblr place, anyway. At least there I'm still home.

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[charcoalfeather]

[There's a winged girl with a halo coming to look at you, Aisling. Remain calm.]

Oh my, you live in a forest?

[aislingoftheforest]

[At least you aren't a metal giant.]

Yes. It's my forest, I protect it and it protects me. And I'd like to stay there, thank you very much.

Why do you have wings?

[charcoalfeather]

You protect it? That must be a lot of work.

My wings? It's because I'm a Haibane.

[aislingoftheforest]

It can be, especially with all the people fleeing through it from the Northmen.

I've never heard of Haibane. Is that like an angel? [Brendan's told her a bit about angels. A little bit.]

[charcoalfeather]

I... I don't know what an angel is...

What's a Northman?

[aislingoftheforest]

A servant of a big God. They have wings and tell people what he says to do.

I don't really know. Strange humans that burn places down for gold, killing everything in their way. So people trample though my forest to hide behind the Walls of Kells.

[charcoalfeather]

Oh. [She's heard of a god, but not of angels. She was pretty sure she wasn't one though.]

That's terrible! Is your forest alright?

[doubleroseknight]

Alas, 'tis the wont of these mundanes t'put us into situations we're nae comfortable with.

[aislingoftheforest]

[You talk kind of weird. She doesn't mention it, though.] I'm glad mine is too nervous to look for a game, yet. But I wish I could just stay home.

[doubleroseknight]

[He's just Scottish and a bit old-fashioned, don't let it bother you.]

Aye, I can agree with ye there. There's naught quite like home. Forests of green and earth are far more comforting than those of stone and mortar.

Where is your home, wee one?

[aislingoftheforest]

[She doesn't mind it much. She's from an older time, too, and she's heard a few accents like that travelling through the trees. She just didn't expect to find one here.]

My forest. Ireland. It surrounds the village of Kells.

Have you been forced to play their twisted games? ...What is it like?

[doubleroseknight]

Aye and nay. No real games, but memes mostly.

It can be trying at times, even just with that. I do nae envy ye.

[aislingoftheforest]

I've heard of those. I'm too "young" for the ones she likes, though. Even though I'm centuries old. [She sounds annoyed. The fact that she isn't being pushed into something is negated by the fact that she isn't being allowed to do something. The exact nature of the memes flies over her head.] I'm sorry for you.

[doubleroseknight]

Being Fae can do that; muddle ages. [He quirks a grin. He can tell what she is. Fae usually can distinguish their own kind.]

Aye, but she's nae done anythin' with me of late. Simply mill about this place and occasionally waylay those like yerself. It could be worse, I s'pose. I could be sharin' your fate, wee one, and get sent to one of those games.

[controledfreak]

[Watch out Aisling. A person that feels like Crom Cruach this way comes.]

[Move your cursor over the little bouncing icon for a quick translation!]

Perhaps you should try it.

You will never know what you might meet once you leave what you have become accustomed to.

[aislingoftheforest]

[Oh, she can feel it. She backs up a few paces and glares.]

No. I don't need to meet anything new, like you, and leave my forest alone. I want to go back and stay there. Just being here is bad enough.

[controledfreak]

I did not say that you need to meet anyone. Or do anything. It is simply advice that you should consider.

What is wrong with here?

[aislingoftheforest]

[Huff.]

I guess it's better than a real game, and not everyone is bad, but it's still not my home. I prefer the peace in the trees. Games aren't usually fun from what I've seen. [Monsters, torture, friends appearing and then vanishing without a trace later.]

[controledfreak]

Unfortunately I cannot confirm that. My player has trouble getting me into a game.

Oh, you are from the forest? What is that like?

[aislingoftheforest]

Why? Like I said, lots of games aren't any fun. You might be lucky.

[Nobody's ever asked her that before.] It's...beautiful. Trees as far as you can look. And they're peaceful because there aren't a lot of humans in it, yet. There are deer, wolves, kingfishers, sparrows, flowers...lots of flowers. My favorite are snowdrops.

[skullfudgingmotherfunker]

... Got a whole forest to yourself, huh? Now that sounds pretty grand, I must admit.

[Forest spirit, meet a flaming, hovering skull... with a very RP english accent.]

[aislingoftheforest]

[...What. She steps back a little.]

It is. Usually. When strange things aren't staggering through it, unsettling everything.

[skullfudgingmotherfunker]

Now what kind of strange are we talking about here? Kind of foul-smelling uncle strange, or shambling monstrosities seeking to devour and ruin-strange?

[aislingoftheforest]

...Uncles smell foul?

Giant metal creatures. People from 1200 years in the future. There is a ruin-bringing monster, but it's trapped underground.

[skullfudgingmotherfunker]

Geesh, and they all head through your forest? Is there some particularly succulent game or really pretty meadows in there, or do people just like being diiilletantes! Dilletants in that forest just to annoy you?