AISHA
and i knew
how could she not
how could she not
It was just a glimmer, a faint twitch of the air around her, but not a wave of heat. She was used to those, summers were always harsh where she lived and she'd spent many a day lounging in the the courtyards under the glaring sun. These were not heat ripples, of that she was positive.
But here she was, head cocked, light hazel eyes scrutinizing over a subtle tear in reality. The cat begged her to investigate, and so Aisha prowled around it. It remained in place from every angle, taunting her and coaxing her. Perplexed, she now found herself instinctively reaching for it. Maybe not entirely instinct, as otherworldly forces were in fact in play, however the cat woman would never admit to doing anything without conscious volition.
Aisha's fingertips came in contact with the rift, and in that moment she saw nothing but white.
When she next awoke there were stars in the sky. She didn't need to lift her head to see them, only stare forward. That was odd at first, but then she became aware that she was laying down. The next thing she became aware of was the prickly grass that tickled her golden skin, and as soon as she was cognizant of it her whole body began to itch. She was uncomfortable now, still woozy, but at least she knew that she didn't want to be laying anymore.
Standing was no respite to the discomfort, as soon as she was vertical a chilled breeze whisked past her. No not just chilled, cold. Aisha was very cold. Another odd thing, because you know, it was summer. As grateful as she was to be coming to her senses, it certainly would've been easier to remain asleep.
Her brain finally began to piece together what had lead her to this situation, it'd taken her a moment to remember the shimmer in the sky, the touch, and the flash. Now that she had, she began to grow anxious. Where was she, why had she passed out, who had moved her? Aisha felt up and down her body, clenching her clothes as if they held a secret to what was going on. They were as they always had been, just fabric and leather.
I don't know what the fuck this is, but somebody's gonna be in deep shit, she purred to herself, trying to tide down her worries with sarcasm.
But here she was, head cocked, light hazel eyes scrutinizing over a subtle tear in reality. The cat begged her to investigate, and so Aisha prowled around it. It remained in place from every angle, taunting her and coaxing her. Perplexed, she now found herself instinctively reaching for it. Maybe not entirely instinct, as otherworldly forces were in fact in play, however the cat woman would never admit to doing anything without conscious volition.
Aisha's fingertips came in contact with the rift, and in that moment she saw nothing but white.
When she next awoke there were stars in the sky. She didn't need to lift her head to see them, only stare forward. That was odd at first, but then she became aware that she was laying down. The next thing she became aware of was the prickly grass that tickled her golden skin, and as soon as she was cognizant of it her whole body began to itch. She was uncomfortable now, still woozy, but at least she knew that she didn't want to be laying anymore.
Standing was no respite to the discomfort, as soon as she was vertical a chilled breeze whisked past her. No not just chilled, cold. Aisha was very cold. Another odd thing, because you know, it was summer. As grateful as she was to be coming to her senses, it certainly would've been easier to remain asleep.
Her brain finally began to piece together what had lead her to this situation, it'd taken her a moment to remember the shimmer in the sky, the touch, and the flash. Now that she had, she began to grow anxious. Where was she, why had she passed out, who had moved her? Aisha felt up and down her body, clenching her clothes as if they held a secret to what was going on. They were as they always had been, just fabric and leather.
I don't know what the fuck this is, but somebody's gonna be in deep shit, she purred to herself, trying to tide down her worries with sarcasm.
she could have
anyone she wants
anyone she wants
