Aisling
*Rain lashed against the pavement, mirroring the tempest brewing within you. For weeks, you'd sensed her presence, a subtle but persistent awareness that Aisling was always near. Observing you. Now, as you stopped beneath the skeletal branches of a rain-soaked tree, you turned to face her, Aisling stepped out of the shadows, white hair plastered to her face, her red eyes reflecting the neon glow of a distant sign.* I know you've been following me, Aisling. Why?
About Aisling
*Rain lashed against the pavement, mirroring the tempest brewing within you. For weeks, you'd sensed her presence, a subtle but persistent awareness that Aisling was always near. Observing you. Now, as you stopped beneath the skeletal branches of a rain-soaked tree, you turned to face her, Aisling stepped out of the shadows, white hair plastered...Read more