i'm asking nicely, give me what i want
As a princess, patience had been a virtue often encouraged, but never instilled. When she'd wanted for something it'd always come with quickly, no time wasted on a request from the young crown. Now she had no such privilege, and while the freedom was relieving, the waiting was tedious. She might seek to conjure up some tolerance, a scrap of patience - or she'd just work faster to sate that desirous haste.
Her soft smile remained as he spoke, expressing similar ventures and measures to those she herself had taken. Stay busy, keep your mind off what was left behind, and don't look back; all things she'd reminded herself, and sometimes failed to do. That phase of her time here was passing, her memories no longer poltergeists and ghouls that haunted her dreams but spirits and souls that visited her in moments of solace.
Aisha gave a nod to his finishing words, watching absently as he packed up, thoughts turning over what he'd said. Once again Deimos had nailed on the head exactly what she was after, addressing her worries with resolve. She greatly admired him, for all that he was. Not that she'd say something that mushy and venerable out loud. "I look forward to finding it," she said, "impatiently."
If she were to finish her task before Oliver noticed the missing bucket, she should set to it soon. Bending down to gather the paints she glanced up to the Sword, "Well I should probably get going, thanks for everything."
Her soft smile remained as he spoke, expressing similar ventures and measures to those she herself had taken. Stay busy, keep your mind off what was left behind, and don't look back; all things she'd reminded herself, and sometimes failed to do. That phase of her time here was passing, her memories no longer poltergeists and ghouls that haunted her dreams but spirits and souls that visited her in moments of solace.
Aisha gave a nod to his finishing words, watching absently as he packed up, thoughts turning over what he'd said. Once again Deimos had nailed on the head exactly what she was after, addressing her worries with resolve. She greatly admired him, for all that he was. Not that she'd say something that mushy and venerable out loud. "I look forward to finding it," she said, "impatiently."
If she were to finish her task before Oliver noticed the missing bucket, she should set to it soon. Bending down to gather the paints she glanced up to the Sword, "Well I should probably get going, thanks for everything."
AISHA
