Aisling cringed and glared stubbornly. "I know I cannot flee, but bring your weapons and take my life! I'd rather die than be Changeling turned!" A hand is thrusted into her petty coat as she grips a dagger. drawing the blade forth she drives it towards her chest to foil the fairy plot. No more would she be part of their games, and intricate dances! No more would she wonder at hidden intentions and twisted truths that were cleverly laid lies!