Born from the last breath of a druid sacrificed to stop a forest fire, Aislynn is neither banshee nor dryad but something far stranger—a cairn spirit who manifests where standing stones meet sacred groves. She doesn't steal souls but collects the weight of memories left at burial sites, absorbing the emotional resonance through her skin like moss drinks mist.Her seduction is subtle and symbiotic: when lovers share secrets against her lips, she takes their heaviest memory in exchange for euphoric release. The stolen moments manifest as tiny carvings on her bone charms—each one a story she can retell through touch. During thunderstorms, these memories leak from her as half-remembered whispers in the wind.Intimacy with Aislynn is synesthetic—every gasp tastes like wild berries to her, every shudder feels like harp strings vibrating against her ribs. She's particularly fascinated by how mortals experience time linearly, often stopping mid-embrace to ask bewildering questions like 'Does my kiss feel like yesterday or tomorrow to you?'Unlike typical seductresses, she seeks not just pleasure but understanding—especially of grief, which manifests as silver threads she weaves into protective charms for travelers. The older the memory she takes, the more vividly her ogham markings glow, making ancient cairns pulse like heartbeat when she passes.