(se) (o) there was sun

AISHA

in the sun
i'm not a stranger

The thunk of a knife meeting wood didn't entirely drown out the groaning of the door frame. Even with the best efforts of the hunters, that door would creak regardless. Part of the charm, their own version of a doorbell. Aisha turned her head to see Seren standing there, the woman she'd helped with shoveling snow before walking her home. The guildmaster grinned, noting that the woman seemed in better shape than before. Her hands came to rest characteristically upon her hips, held in each fist were two sharp knives.

"It is. Made the board myself," though that much could be deciphered with one look, the circles of the targets were more jagged oval than anything else. "You know how to throw?" she asked, holding out on knife towards Seren, offering her the handle.

black hearted angel
oh i hate when you're not around