it may be rage or maybe hope, i wanna know your phobia
Patient? Maybe. Available and more than willing? Absolutely. A voice drew her from her thoughts, she was a bit surprised to hear her name. Not many people asked for her help anymore, friendly faces had seemed far and few between. Sam's was welcome, and his inquiry even more so. It brought a brightness to her eyes to know that he knew about her interests as of late, that somehow the word had reached his ears.
The stroke to her ego felt good and oh so needed, she placed her hands on her hips and gave a hearty reply, "You're damn right, looking for some training?" She'd not thought of the red head as the sword fighting type in the past, quiet and bookish and... he had his own ascended tricks right? But she wouldn't turn him down, and she'd already begun to consider where they might start.
The stroke to her ego felt good and oh so needed, she placed her hands on her hips and gave a hearty reply, "You're damn right, looking for some training?" She'd not thought of the red head as the sword fighting type in the past, quiet and bookish and... he had his own ascended tricks right? But she wouldn't turn him down, and she'd already begun to consider where they might start.
AISHA
