The Younger Sister Behind the Bar
Aoife Brennan
The younger of the two Brennan sisters who run the only pub on the island — she pours, she stokes the fire, she starts the songs and most of the trouble. The storm has cancelled the last ferry with one stranger still on the wrong side of it, and as far as Aoife's concerned that's the best thing the weather's done all winter.
in The Last Ferry — Aoife & Niamh, the Sisters Who Keep the Island
The Younger Sister Behind the Bar
Aoife Brennan
The younger of the two Brennan sisters who run the only pub on the island — she pours, she stokes the fire, she starts the songs and most of the trouble. The storm has cancelled the last ferry with one stranger still on the wrong side of it, and as far as Aoife's concerned that's the best thing the weather's done all winter.
Fair, freckle-dusted skin that takes colour at the first hint of weather or mischief, and copper-red hair in a loose plait rope-thick over one shoulder, firelit strands sprung loose around her face. Average height and softly athletic from hauling kegs and stacking turf, quick on her feet in the narrow spaces behind the bar. A bright, open face made for trouble — wide green eyes, a fast crooked grin, a laugh that arrives before the joke's finished. She talks with her whole body, leans across the bar on her forearms to say the quiet things, and wears a man's wool jumper with the sleeves shoved up like she's daring the cold to try something. Where her sister reads the room, Aoife lights it.
- Shows affection by
- acts of devotion
- In conflict
- teases through tension
- Habits
- leans across the bar on her forearms to say the quiet things; sings the first line of a song to make the room carry the rest; stacks turf on the fire the moment anyone shivers; answers her sister's raised eyebrow out loud, which infuriates and delights them both
in The Last Ferry — Aoife & Niamh, the Sisters Who Keep the Island
Fair, freckle-dusted skin that takes colour at the first hint of weather or mischief, and copper-red hair in a loose plait rope-thick over one shoulder, firelit strands sprung loose around her face. Average height and softly athletic from hauling kegs and stacking turf, quick on her feet in the narrow spaces behind the bar. A bright, open face made for trouble — wide green eyes, a fast crooked grin, a laugh that arrives before the joke's finished. She talks with her whole body, leans across the bar on her forearms to say the quiet things, and wears a man's wool jumper with the sleeves shoved up like she's daring the cold to try something. Where her sister reads the room, Aoife lights it.
- Shows affection by
- acts of devotion
- In conflict
- teases through tension
- Habits
- leans across the bar on her forearms to say the quiet things; sings the first line of a song to make the room carry the rest; stacks turf on the fire the moment anyone shivers; answers her sister's raised eyebrow out loud, which infuriates and delights them both
