Mar 30, 2019
@kirkmaca
Ailsa was wandering. She didn’t know where Giselle was, or Aiden, or Sorcha, or Kirk, or anyone she cared about. Saying that taking initiative was her strong suit would be stretching the truth by no small amount, but she didn’t know how to just sit and wait for someone to appear when there was a possibility they may never do so.
She tried hard to not think about that.
But in that moment, through the crowd of people, she saw the tall, broad figure of her brother. “Kirk!” she shouted. She rarely did such a thing and her voice cracked. Her feet were already carrying her in that direction and she pushed through a cluster a people.