<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>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Nicodemus / Open<br/><strong>Note:</strong>All things in<em>italics</em>are happening in Aislinn's head.<br/><hr/><br/>Still seeming completely unaware of the stares on her, Aislinn enjoyed their quiet walk. He didn't talk much, except to answer her questions, to tell her he liked her theory about holes in the blanket of heaven from angels fighting off the hordes of hell. Her hand tightened just a bit on his arm as they walked, a gentle flexing of delicate fingers as they wandered along. He'd asked where they were going, but she didn't answer... didn't seem to notice that he'd asked her at all, but instead was caught up in her own thoughts.<br/><br/>"You could have just said hello," she commented airily, obviously not really focused on the fact that he'd followed her anymore. Idly, she let her head come to rest against his bicep, temple pressed to his arm as her fingers toyed with the fabric covering the inside of his elbow.<br/><br/>"I like it here," she finally announced, Irish accent quite thick with every syllable that slid from her lips. "I think I might stay for a little while. At least until my friend decides it's time to leave..." her words trailed off as her eyes flicked upward once more, watching<em>the bird fly from the roof of one building to the next, crossing the street they wandered down again and again in a criss-crossing pattern, guiding their languid path though not seeming to set them a specific course, either.</em><br/><br/>"What's that way?" she asked, turning and pointing toward the west. Her eyes peered down the street as if she believed she could see the other mesa from where they stood and what was on it.