How, exactly, did one go about finding a single individual in a city near overflowing with both mortal and supernatural alike? She knew he was here...somewhere. She had seen him get off the plane. She had seen him walk through the concord with two other men at his side. She had seen him get into a car...and it was there she had lost him. Her butterfly wings could not hope to keep up with the fast paced highway traffic and soon his vehicle was no different than the myriad of others that each sped to their own destination. Aislinn, unfortunately, had distinctly little to work with and how painfully aware she was of that fact. She didn't know his name. She didn't know the name of his rider. Nor their companion. What she did know was that he was a horse. Or rather.... part of him was a horse. It was that 'part' that made things...exceptionally difficult. After all, a horse she could find. A horse could be counted on to have certain...needs. They needed a stable. They needed hay. They needed a large yard. But what they needed...a man certainly did not. The key was to discover what a part horse-part man-part pegasus with a rider might need that would set him apart from any other man or horse.....and that...absolutely confounded Aislinn.

A soft huff left the young woman's lips as she surveyed the park she sat in the midst of. Though Aislinn had found a home of sorts with a man that she found equally as...baffling, she found herself frequently returning to the park in some instinctual attempt to be a part of the nature she very much belonged to. The modern world was still too...new to Aislinn for her to find any comfort amongst the sky rise buildings - regardless of how luxurious William's flat was. She had contemplated, wistfully, that the person she was searching for might be drawn to the same allure of wild beauty as she was, that he might occasionally visit the park too if only for the forest that edged it and the true wilderness beyond the manicured grass and carefully trimmed shrubbery. She had yet to be proven right. Her arms crossed over her chest as she sat upon the park bench. The sun was shining cheerily overhead. The hints of summer had finally broken through Sacrosanct's rainy season to leave the day comfortably warm and bright. Aislinn had taken advantage of it with the white sundress she'd stepped out of the house in, even though she was painfully aware of just how much it showed as the hem laid across her knees. Dresses in this era were so much shorter then she was used to. While she tried to embrace it - the modern fashion still proved to be constantly a point of intrigue and her woes of her inability to find the man she was looking for were temporarily put aside by a rather new clothing article catching her attention.

They were akin to what William had called 'shorts' (which in itself was quite the scandalous piece of clothing as far as Aislinn was concerned) and yet...they were attached to a top half made out of the same material. It was a shirt that was not a shirt, clearly, as the woman had another shirt underneath. It was, by far, the most baffling piece of clothing that Aislinn had ever seen to date. Her head tilted to the side as her pale blue irises stared intently at the girl who walked past her, altogether oblivious of the unicorn's existence entirely. It was only once the woman with the peculiar...fashion choice passed her that Aislinn's gaze left her, if only to sweep towards the park bench nearby, one that was occupied by a seemingly elderly woman. A witch, in fact, if Aislinn's instincts were correct...and they often were. Witches were perhaps one of her favorite supernatural races. They were respectful of mother nature. "You - witch. What do you call that...blue thing...she is wearing?" She inquired pointing after the girl with the overalls. It hardly occurred to her that such a demand might be rude. Aislinn, after all, was not one who often associated with mortals, such things so clearly beneath the very embodiment of purity.