Aislin having no particular destination in mind aimlessly walks down the street with her sweet Kitten in tow, “Stop!” is yelled, and other indistinguishable words, because they were too far away to hear anything. Aislin saw others began to gather around so she and Kitten decided to see what the fuss was about.

As they got closer they saw a man that appeared to be drunk, and a tad beat up, they watched in a bit of disgust as blood trickled down the corners of his mouth. They listened to the man talk bloodlines, and bloodlining. Kitten leaned into Aislin, and began eating her apple that she had carried on the walk with her –this was providing her with some much needed entertainment. After the man went on and on, his long diatribe offering nothing of worth, not even his insults were of merit, and Aislin really thought he should seek medical help soon, blood was not supposed to leak that much.

Aislin took Kittens hand, and led her away, they carried on, because what could potentially be said, had already been said, and her time could be better spent elsewhere. She gave Kitten a look, and leaned down to whisper something naughty in her ear, causing poor kitten to blush a pretty shade of rose, and Aislin laughed at the sight of it.