AISHA
and now we're breeding a feeling of animosity
A small smile creases her eyes as the caught fish nibble at her fingers, grazing her claws as she cuts them free of the netting. Sam joins her, not entirely unexpected from the bookmaker, and she shoots him a gratuitous glance as they work. Belril and Amun continue past, scouting ahead or moving on without them, either way she continued cutting, releasing, and freeing the glowing creatures.
When the last fish was cut free the fish swim around Aisha and Sam, a warmth grows in her heart as she looks over them, happy and free now. As they start to move away, Aisha instinctively follows, doing as she had before and letting the strange glowing beasties choose for her. Sam follows, and not long after Amun is joining them; hopefully the boy is safe wherever he is, for now she stays on her path.
The fish lead the trio to a wall, one with no method of continuing past. Maybe the end of this dark maze, this strange dream. The fish begin to arrange themselves, silvery lit words flickering into existence. What do you desire the most? What an incredibly meta question, she let out a sigh as she read the words again, and listened to Sam's declaration. It was honest, but that wasn't what Aisha desired the most.
Ambitions, leading to swords and battles and positions and heroic actions. She wanted all those things, they made her feel accomplished, happy. She also wanted friends, and good food, and a place to feel welcome, and someone to care for, those things too made her happy. What she wanted most wasn't the individual things, she wanted the feeling. Not the cause, the effect. She wanted to feel happy, to feel complete, to feel like the Aisha she imagined when she closed her eyes to dream.
"To be happy," she shrugged, for however long I can be.
When the last fish was cut free the fish swim around Aisha and Sam, a warmth grows in her heart as she looks over them, happy and free now. As they start to move away, Aisha instinctively follows, doing as she had before and letting the strange glowing beasties choose for her. Sam follows, and not long after Amun is joining them; hopefully the boy is safe wherever he is, for now she stays on her path.
The fish lead the trio to a wall, one with no method of continuing past. Maybe the end of this dark maze, this strange dream. The fish begin to arrange themselves, silvery lit words flickering into existence. What do you desire the most? What an incredibly meta question, she let out a sigh as she read the words again, and listened to Sam's declaration. It was honest, but that wasn't what Aisha desired the most.
Ambitions, leading to swords and battles and positions and heroic actions. She wanted all those things, they made her feel accomplished, happy. She also wanted friends, and good food, and a place to feel welcome, and someone to care for, those things too made her happy. What she wanted most wasn't the individual things, she wanted the feeling. Not the cause, the effect. She wanted to feel happy, to feel complete, to feel like the Aisha she imagined when she closed her eyes to dream.
"To be happy," she shrugged, for however long I can be.
fear has the sharpest teeth, it eats and eats and eats
