Dawnlark Plains i'm walking on the road like i'm alive

The lovely song of her sister would never age in her heart, her little littermate was a precious jewel within her ownself, no matter how she gazed at her two companions in wonderlust. Truth be spilled over a bloodied tongue, Aoibh envied her sister to an amount. Even though she was the peewee of the two, she was darling and pretty girl, something no male or woman could deny. She possed a gentle, angelic tough and gaze that held in you within the inbetween, whatever fairyweald she had hailed from. To their parents, Deidre's presence? A gift. Hers? Not worthy of their praise, however. 

What Aoibh lacked in grace and maturity she somewhat provided for in inguity and strength, not even those gifts would excuse her faults in the eyes of her mater and pater. She sighed when Fionn retorted, though it was evident his (rather unfair yet justifiable) bias slipped between his poppy ridden teeth and poked his inquiry more. She was tired.

Of his bull.

❝ Nah, Deidei,❞  the weathered and less than fae replied nicely, ❝ Finny here already has enough — erm, herbs in his system. He'll walk it off as we go along,❞ she bitterly hisses the last part. If the boy was so inclined to ail his sister, then maybe he should stop using her as his drug supply, if he even cared for her at all excluding the fact the girl aspired to be a highly regarded matron. Maybe — just maybe, if he had shared, she would have gifted him a rather light pass.

Ah, new nickname, drughogger.