Barrow Fields she like girls & and i like girls

Perhaps the siren was to be mistaken; fate always had a hand in things one would not comprehend. A path laid out before the coming of birth, was something Aoibh did not believe it. Her path was her own, but this instance, would allow her to credit fate. She had come on the wings of benevolence and good doing, yet she was met with something other. Dense gaze, and strong form greeted her cerleuan eyes, along with a wayward faerie. 

The barbaric faerie raised her head as well. Fate; something not to be trifiled with, her mother had said. You cannot fight it. She didn't want to fight now, at least with her gaze striking her senses. She made her move to approach the siren, not to briskly to ward her off. Her cocoa mask and ocean eyes only made ehr want to reach out and study the eccentrics of her more . . .

❝ Do ya . . . come here to stare at people a lot? ❞ she laughs softly, sitting a few tailengths away . . .