running off over next doors
garden before the hour is done
garden before the hour is done
What to do with herself, that was the question. It seemed about time to get truly involved, seeing as she was supposed to be making a new life for herself here in Caido. Her life before this had been planned for her, her calendar full and etched in simple terms. She'd been content to stick with it, but forces bigger than herself had decided otherwise. Now here she was, starting from scratch, and trying to put together some trades and talents from her old life that might be helpful here.
What made today so special in the search for a purpose was that she'd come to some sort of heading. Even as a young girl she'd always loved swordplay. Be it with sticks and butter-knives, or blades long seasoned in the craft of war, she'd enjoyed both watching and swinging the metal. Watching her opponent falter, waiting for that blinking opportunity to take what she wanted. The ball of energy that charged in her chest, waiting for the final blow to exhale and relish in the high of winning.
Perhaps it wasn't a purpose yet, but it was something to do, and something she wanted.
The golden toned woman found herself at the military barracks, following the path that her and Jigano had walked not long ago. Hazel eyes followed a sea of steel, the armory glimmered with a kind of gold only a warrior could appreciate. Yet to announce herself to anyone around, Aisha walked to a nearby rack and allowed her fingers to dance along the smooth edges of the blade, tactile, curious, and praising.
Deimos
What made today so special in the search for a purpose was that she'd come to some sort of heading. Even as a young girl she'd always loved swordplay. Be it with sticks and butter-knives, or blades long seasoned in the craft of war, she'd enjoyed both watching and swinging the metal. Watching her opponent falter, waiting for that blinking opportunity to take what she wanted. The ball of energy that charged in her chest, waiting for the final blow to exhale and relish in the high of winning.
Perhaps it wasn't a purpose yet, but it was something to do, and something she wanted.
The golden toned woman found herself at the military barracks, following the path that her and Jigano had walked not long ago. Hazel eyes followed a sea of steel, the armory glimmered with a kind of gold only a warrior could appreciate. Yet to announce herself to anyone around, Aisha walked to a nearby rack and allowed her fingers to dance along the smooth edges of the blade, tactile, curious, and praising.
Deimos
it’s more a question of feeling
than it is a question of fun
than it is a question of fun
AISHA
