<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 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside of the New Pony Express<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alexander, Open<br/><strong>Note:</strong>All things in<em>italics</em>are happening in Aislinn's head.<br/><hr/>Aislinn watched as the dapper man took a step back and lifted his hand to take her own. The shake was somewhat awkward in it's movements and the way he held his shoulders, but she didn't seem at all bothered by such. Smiling to him, she shifted her skirts idly around her legs once more with her free hand. His hand was larger than her own... rough and calloused in a way that most likely wouldn't expect from a man as well dressed as he himself was. Not that she really put two and two together on such a thought, of course...<br/><br/>No, the tiny redhead seemed to overlook the most minor of details. Or perhaps she simply soaked them in without thinking so much about them in the way that others did. Either way, she wasn't at all put off by the calloused feel of his skin against her much softer, smoother flesh. Nor did she seem at all bothered by the smudge of charcoal left behind by his fingers on her own... the light gray smudges against her much paler skin. It would take him a long moment to provide her his name, but when he did, she almost seemed to bounce in place a bit, smiling once more.<br/><br/>"Allllllllllllexander!" she got out a moment before another bell-like giggle slid past her soft pink lips. But already he was pulling his hand back, rubbing it and it's partner together as if he was bothered by her touch. The sniff he gave didn't seem to do anything but emphasize his seeming distaste for contact with her, but once more she merely seemed to smile widely, her personality serene and pleasant. When he asked what the card meant, she seemed to give a giggle and a look that said 'you're so silly!'. "It<strong>means</strong>that it was mine... but now I've given it to you, so it's yours now," she answered simply, giving him a textbook definition of what a present is, albeit from a mildly childish view point.<br/><br/>For a long moment more she simply stood there, smiling and seeming lost in her own thoughts, her face taking on a slightly less engaged and more thoughtful look before speaking again. "But what a present means to you... well... that all depends on you, doesn't it?" this time the words slid from her lips in a slightly more serene, perhaps even adult tone. The pondering comment was followed up by her eyes returning to his own and seeming to study him as seriously as he had studied hers. "And there are lots of meanings to lots of things, don't you think? Like how you might give flowers to someone if you like them, but people also put up flowers when they're mourning... or carry them around in their pockets to keep bad smells away..." she seemed to drift off there, thoughtful once more as her smile turned to a musing frown and a soft exhale left her. "Yes... lots of meanings."<br/><br/>Snapping back to the present, she fixated those dark blue hues on him once more. "But my meaning might not be the same as your meaning. What does it mean to you?"