i'm asking nicely baby, give me what i want
Deepfrost had finally crested over the endless Leafchange, conquering the oranges and reds and crackling leaves in favor of the white and brown and skeletal remains of life. Aisha hadn't liked winter back home, and already couldn't stand it here. The lack of color in the Hollowed Grounds only amplified by the seasonal change, it just seemed rather bleak, and cold. Gods she hated the cold, it made simple tasks so damn difficult.
The only way to avoid the chill was to stay by the fire, or keep on the move, and the firecracker girl preferred the latter. Today it was to barracks, to the training that Deimos held. Despite the event planned, Aisha arrived with her sword strapped to her hip. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun by her golden ribbon, an ever present facet of who she was, and who she used to be.
She gave the General a smile upon seeing him, then waited for the rest to arrive, tapping her fingertips steadily against her hilt, eager to begin.
The only way to avoid the chill was to stay by the fire, or keep on the move, and the firecracker girl preferred the latter. Today it was to barracks, to the training that Deimos held. Despite the event planned, Aisha arrived with her sword strapped to her hip. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun by her golden ribbon, an ever present facet of who she was, and who she used to be.
She gave the General a smile upon seeing him, then waited for the rest to arrive, tapping her fingertips steadily against her hilt, eager to begin.
AISHA