<div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/Doomtown/redhead76_zpsd8d9eec9.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Aislinn Eilir<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>None<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4<sup>th</sup>, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>West Main Street (from town square, headed toward Dead Man's Rest)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>The Event / Open<br/><strong>Note:</strong>All things in<em>italics</em>are happening in Aislinn's head.<br/><hr/>A cold breeze teased at the skin of Aislinn's face and hands as she wandered Main Street, largely lost in her own thoughts. In her tiny hands was a deck of cards, which she never seemed to stop toying with... twisting and turning, shuffling and fanning and tucking back in to a neat stack... over and over again she moved them in her delicate, deft fingers... but not once did she bother to look down at them to look at what she was doing. Once or twice she would stop walking and bend to look at something on the ground, often picking whatever it was up and depositing it in to one of her pockets.<br/><br/>The sun was down and some part of her knew she should get back to her room at Nick's, but something else was overriding her internal clock, pulling her in a direction away from where she'd rented her room and instead tugging her ever westward.<em>Her fine feathered friend flew in lazy, slow circles above her... each swooping circle taking it ever westward, as if it felt the same thing she did.</em>There was something important to the west... something worth seeing. Something worth knowing. Something... something.<br/><br/><em>The screech of the bird over head caught her attention and she noticed the animal swooping, making more of a straight line for the western side of town, forcing her to walk a little faster in an effort to keep it in her sights.</em>"Wait for me!" she cried, one hand clutching her playing cards tightly enough to make the edges press in to her palm, the other up, holding her out-of-place fedora ontop of her braided red hair.<br/><br/><strong>“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH – “</strong><br/><br/>Stopping with a blink, Aislinn made a face and stared up at the bird. "Well I've never heard you make<em>that</em>noise before," she commented in a confused tone<br/><br/><strong>“OH GOD, NO PLEA – “</strong><br/><br/>"Come to think of it... I've never heard you<em>talk</em>before, either... This seems a very odd time to start, don't you think?"<br/><br/><strong>“ OH MY GAAUUUUUUGHH – “</strong><br/><br/>This time it seemed to occur to her that the words were not coming from her friend the bird, but instead were coming from somewhere else... somewhere in another direction... not the direction she was heading in. Blinking slightly, she glanced back to the west, and at<em>the bird, which was now perched on top of a nearby building</em>, where she could see faces moving to windows, looking outside in an effort to see where the commotion was coming from, no doubt. A man looked out at her, and without seeming at all phased by the sounds of horror that had come from the northern side of town, she flashed him a large, dazzling smile and waved eagerly. "Evening Mister!" she cried to him through the glass window, only to receive an odd look in return from him.<br/><br/>Looking back at the bird, she spoke to him matter of factly. "I know you wanna go that way...." she pointed west. "But I was thinkin' maybe we could go that way...." Hooking her thumb toward the north, she watched the animal for a moment.<em>Feathers bristled for a moment, the bird seemed almost thoughtful before it gave a cry, it's dark blue feathers turning a nearly blood red as it lept off the building and began a slow loop toward the north.</em>Aislinn turned to follow, though she hardly seemed in a rush to get there, humming a light hearted, pleasant tune as she went.