<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 seemed distracted almost as quickly as she'd seemed focused upon him. Her attention seemed fickle at best... constantly shifting from him to something around them that he probably wouldn't be able to identify, to her own hands, then him again, then back to staring at something in the distance.<em>The flutter of wings was what caught her attention once more, and the petite redhead's eyes lifted immediately to look up at the large brightly colored bird as it circled above them. It's feathers shifted from blue to purple to black, and back to blue again and Aislinn watched it wide eyed for long moments before it seemed to turn and sail off in a leisurely fashion down the street, not content to wait for her any more.</em><br/><br/>Blinking slightly, she looked back to Alexander as he asked what the card meant to her and why she gave it to him. For a moment, she just looked at him, as if studying his face for a moment, but then her head spun back in the way it had been looking while he'd been acknowledging that it was indeed a present and thanking her. Shifting impatiently on her tiny booted feet, the younger girl turned to look at him for another moment, musing before she suddenly breathed in and spoke in a somewhat rushed tone.<br/><br/>"I have to go. Bye bye Alexander," she chirped, and immediately there was another pleasant smile on her lips before she was turning and darting off in the direction she'd been looking in before announcing that she was leaving. Her hands held her skirts up just enough to keep them from tripping her up as she hurried down the dusty street, following the sound of the bird's cries on the still air.<br/><br/>There was apparently not a moment taken to consider the potential rudeness she'd just shown by turning and darting off as one hand lifted to adjust her fedora on her red hair, and while Alexander had been rather bothered by the heat, she seemed unaware of it. She did feel it of course... it was stifling, but it was also not something worth focusing on, in her mind. There was too much else to do and see around her... the heat seemed a trivial matter, even in the layers of clothing she wore.