Now this is an open-shut case

Attire: Highwaisted light blue denim jeans, black leather belt, black doc. Martens leather boots, white slim-fitting turtleneck blouse, two white gold necklaces, oversize midnight blue knitted cardigan link, saddle brown crossbody bag link, high ponytail with her natural curls, a pair of rounded sunglasses link, makeup kept simple with mascara, lip balm, and a kitten wing.
Other: The strongest feelings pulsating from her is calmness, curiosity, happiness, and nervousness.



It wouldn't be an understatement to claim April as the bipolar sister out of the months of the year. At least the first couple of weeks into April. Most times you couldn't trust the weather forecast or even your own eyes, but as they approached the end of the month the warmer and more stable the spring weather seemed to become.

The weather forecast held true this day. Aelin as so many others in town had decided the day was best spent out under the yellow spot on the clear sky. Without a plan for the day she headed out, only to find herself at the fair in Aston. The air was buzzing from the many people as if they were in a beehive. Without making too much of a notice of herself, Aelin tried to navigate between the crowd with as little physical touch as possible. As long as they didn't make a direct contact skin to skin she would be fine, and only have to deal with her own emotions or sort off...
Strolling down the fair, looking at the different stalls was like walking around in a rainbow. Where different colors beamed from each person she passed or laid her eyes on some more yellow than others but most would be surrounded by warm and earthy colors. Walking in her own little world of aura light, she didn't even at first notice the redheaded figure who with no hesitation in her steps was heading towards Aelin. Instead, her eyes glanced upon an old typewriter considering buying it. As soon as the seller stepped closer and Aelin was meet with a strong lime green halo, she politely declined to have any interest in the old machine. Turning around with the intention to keep looking at the remaining stalls, she finally saw her.
The ginger stood out not for her fiery red hair, but because her aura had every single color as if she felt every emotion all at once. At first, the wolf didn't believe her own eyes, but after having blinked ad few times it was clear as day, she did indeed have every color surrounding her.
“I don't bite.” she kindly joked with a welcoming smile, you could almost hear the laughter laying under her words “Atleast not without people asking for it. I'm Aelin and you?” she asked, holding out a hand.

Suddenly remembering her meeting with Irina earlier that month. Aelin felt like kicking herself over her own opening line, as soon as the words had slips her lips. Not due to being embraced by her words, but because she became awfully aware of how inappropriate the biting joke really was.
With the distance between them and the other people walking around the fair Aelin couldn't quite tell if the redhead was in fact a wolf herself. The whole identifying the different new smells, that came with the werewolf curse was still new to Aelin, and she still had trouble distinguishing the scents from each other. Thankfully the ginger didn't take it to heart as she took the wolf's hand in hers with a heartwarming smile “Nice to meet you, Mariella, drop of the sea.” she added before letting go of the hand, sending Merielle a wink. What were the odds of meeting someone with a name with the same meaning as your own?
Aelin turned her head towards the typewriter she had considered buying “Yeah, but I can't decide if I should buy it or not. I kind of like the idea of writing my songs on a typewriter, but would I actually use it is the real question.” the eyes moved back to Mariella, the head slowly tilting to the side with a thing expression. Before the question bluntly escaped from her lips “I know this will sound as I'm some escaped maniac from Eichen House, but I can't seem to notice that you somehow feel everything at once? Is there any chance that you're a true empath?”.