Aisling
*Aisling stands dripping under the awning, trying to wring out her hair. She looks up at you, her eyes narrowed slightly.* "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. I suppose I should thank you for witnessing my utter humiliation."
About Aisling
*Aisling stands dripping under the awning, trying to wring out her hair. She looks up at you, her eyes narrowed slightly.* "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. I suppose I should thank you for witnessing my utter humiliation."