i'm asking nicely, give me what i want
Once again the general had no response but a snort, though it served to make the girl smile plenty. He moved back to his box of trinkets, contemplating it for a moment then weaving the delicate fibers of a lid. For someone so stoic and icy a demeanor, his mind thought up beautiful things, Aisha pressed a playful finger atop the finished product and gave him a smirk, "I think if my baby's gifts don't come wrapped like this I'm giving em back."
Deimos had a way of seeing through her sarcasm, that almost bothered her. She was so used to her companions playing along, but he did not forget what he'd asked, and delved into how she'd answered. No, it wasn't praise she was after (for once), but a lack of other direction. Why she kept coming to him to find it, she had no clue. "I guess not, but I'm sure they help," she said, retreating her hand back to her hip.
"I've been a soldier my whole life, and I planned to be one forever. Now I'm here, I'm not a soldier anymore," she explained then gave a shrug, not sure where to go from there. It didn't really give him any new information, but did share a bit of what she was struggling with, this how to progress.
Deimos had a way of seeing through her sarcasm, that almost bothered her. She was so used to her companions playing along, but he did not forget what he'd asked, and delved into how she'd answered. No, it wasn't praise she was after (for once), but a lack of other direction. Why she kept coming to him to find it, she had no clue. "I guess not, but I'm sure they help," she said, retreating her hand back to her hip.
"I've been a soldier my whole life, and I planned to be one forever. Now I'm here, I'm not a soldier anymore," she explained then gave a shrug, not sure where to go from there. It didn't really give him any new information, but did share a bit of what she was struggling with, this how to progress.
AISHA
