<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/><hr/>Aislinn watched the man as he took her in, seeming far from bothered by his stare, or the way he almost seemed to study the card. Every time his fingers flicked at the edges of the card, something inside of Aislinn twitched, but she didn't let it show as she watched him toy with the card, as if as curious about the object as he was about her. The confusion in his voice pulled a tiny, bell like giggle from her lips and she only found herself smiling more widely, the smile sparkling in her dark blue eyes.<br/><br/>The lack of a smile from him didn't seem to bother her a bit, and Aislinn looked just about ready to turn and walk away when he began to try to hand the card back, which seemed to catch her attention. Turning to face him, the slightest hint of a frown showed around the corners of her full lips and for a long moment, she just stared at his hand as he tried to hand it back. Shaking her head, she took the card from him before immediately reaching up to slide it in to the breast pocket of his suit. "You keep it," she finally said, and the thick Irish accent that laced it's way through her words was quite clear.<br/><br/>"It's... a present." There had been a slight moment of hesitation in her explanation, as if she had been searching for the correct word. With the seven of hearts card slid in to his pocket, she gave it a slight pat, as if to say 'now you stay there and don't go wandering off like a naughty thing' to the object. For a long moment she seemed to stand silently, her eyes slightly distant as she regarded something over and beyond his head, her lower lip caught in her teeth.<br/><br/>Her hand blindly moved for her backpack, sliding the deck of cards (now one shy of a full deck) in to a pocket on her bag. The brightly colored bird was sitting on top of the New Pony Express, preening it's feathers and snapping it's beak occasionally. She giggled at it's antics, watching as it tilted it's head, turning it all the way over to stare at her with big bright yellow eyes. And then just like that, it was flying off again, and she was turning to watch it for a moment before seeming to remember she wasn't alone.<br/><br/>Spinning on the ball of one foot, her skirts flounced around her tiny feet and she flashed him another friendly smile. Apparently her becoming unfocused for a long moment was not out of the norm, because she didn't even seem remotely bothered or apologetic. Shoving a hand out at him, held with her palm facing to the side as if inviting him to shake, she smiled widely once more. "I'm Aislinn. Who are you?" Her tone was friendly, and her words delivered with all the blunt curiosity of a child less than half her age, and the fact that the tip of her middle finger was brushing fabric covering his chest was something she seemed completely oblivious to.