<span style="font-size: 12px">Aisling was lax to let Taiga slip out of her arms. Her lover acknowledged her resistance with an apologetic bouquet of kisses across her hair. It was only then that she finally let the other woman move away. Usual glibness aside, Taiga had been uncharastically quiet. They had only reunited for mere moments. Aisling could tell there was something weighing on her mind. <br/>
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She watched violet locks sway as Taiga made her way to the bar. The fortune teller remained where she had been standing, content to watch for a moment. She knew there was no way she could figure the other woman out, by watching her. Taiga was a mystery like that. A puzzle box with layers and layers, and Aisling knew she had only solved her way past the surface. Centuries of living could do that to a person- she had learned in only her decades of being alive. Time makes them harder to figure out.<br/>
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It didn't help that being fae made it difficult for Aisling to read her fortune.  She rarely made appearances in her visions.  She didn't need augury to know that Taiga was nervous about something. <br/>
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Which seemed strange to her as well.<br/>
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The pillow fort forgotten, Aisling finally made her way to where Taiga was making herself at home at the bar. She touched her lover's lower back, sliding into the stool next to her. Red brows pinched in the middle. Her green eyes making subtle saccades across Taiga's sharp profile. <br/>
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Despite Taiga's words towards the contrary, she felt like this news was something bad. She would be going away again, or some other distasteful business that came with her taking off with Nic.  "What is it?" she urged, her hand pulled away and she leaned on the bar.  "Are you leaving again?" Aisling frowned. "There isn't a pillow fort grand enough to make up for that." <br/>
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