running off over next doors
garden before the hour is done
garden before the hour is done
To be around another warrior, it was easy to tell the difference between one and any old civilian. From his frame to his calculated stoicism, to the analytical tilt of his head, she felt as though she was dealing with one of her own men, his movements both familiar and exigent. He confirmed her suspicions with a simple yes, a satisfied smile flit across her lips.
"Aisha," she replied, impishly reluctant to give him anymore just yet. Something about him had the cat intrigued, perhaps she could sense the feline in him. He restated his initial question with a quirked brow, Aisha allowed her hand to drop from the blade to her hip. "I was told you're the general of the Hollowed Grounds, and partial to training," she replied, chin tilted slightly.
"Aisha," she replied, impishly reluctant to give him anymore just yet. Something about him had the cat intrigued, perhaps she could sense the feline in him. He restated his initial question with a quirked brow, Aisha allowed her hand to drop from the blade to her hip. "I was told you're the general of the Hollowed Grounds, and partial to training," she replied, chin tilted slightly.
it’s more a question of feeling
than it is a question of fun
than it is a question of fun
AISHA
