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Let's see if I can keep this accent thing up >__>

Aisling slipped closer to the other woman with a relaxed posture. Gingerly her muzzle extended to take a polite whiff of the stranger's scent. Deep forests and mountain aromas mingled on her pelt. The Innisfree clan had always lived by the rocky shore, and the exotic terra was romanticized in the soothsayer's mind. Any life that was a departure from her usual was enticing. "O'im perfectly fine - watching the waves 'an the water, T'anks love," she responded. "Oi was 'opin ter run into another wolf. Dare 'enny been any packs raun. Me luk Oi run into one as pleasant as yerself." Now that they were closer, Aisling could give the other woman a better look. A light, candid chuckle was her first response - indeed she was miles away from the Loch now. Was her accent so obvious? 

"You're right," she said with a chipper inflection. "Oi'm from the norn, up de shore... me family lives on the Loch Ailean.  Ah've traveled ter Teekon before, though dis time Oi tink O'ill stay." With a carefree shrug she added, "'Tis time fer a new chapter." Though with winter around the corner, perhaps her timing could have been better. "Ye a traveler, too?" she asked before quickly adding, "Ah, wha are me manners. Me name's Aisling Innisfree."