AISHA
vodka on ice
and women on bikes
and women on bikes
The fact that Sen had answered her question went entirely over her head, all she heard was In ninety-eight years. Hazel eyes widened just a bit, she tried not to look too shocked, but she was learning a lot about this other race. "So you've been alive for ninety eight years?" she said, as if that was a more respectful way to say, you're old!.
She had started to zone back in on the conversation topic towards the end, catching the bit about thinking it's rude to worship one over the others. Aisha had felt that way too, but had heard different things and even experienced a rivalry between the gods, "That makes sense, but what if the gods prefer you to pick one?" she asked, not to question the fae's reasoning or ninety-eight years of knowledge on the topic, but she had watched the goddess of stars kick over a jar of honey meant for Frey.
Oh no, Aisha's amusement wasn't received well, she certainly didn't want to lose her guide now, as she was further off the path. And she was enjoying the company, the security, so she tried to rectify any offense with a shake of her head, "Oh no no, I'm just not used to fae. I'm not from Caido," she explained, as though that excused her awkwardness. She swung around her pack, unclipping the top to reveal the food she'd prepared as an offering. Fruits, greens, breads and meats, all fresh and only good things, "I brought this, thought maybe the gods would like it."
In regards to her stepping back, possibly a sore move on her part, maybe this close up eye contact thing was just something fae did. "I'm not scared of you, I don't know I just thought maybe I should step back," she said, then adding in her confident honey tone, "But no I'm not scared of you, us beautiful women have to stick together." With a wink and a smile, a bit of playful charm never hurt.
She had started to zone back in on the conversation topic towards the end, catching the bit about thinking it's rude to worship one over the others. Aisha had felt that way too, but had heard different things and even experienced a rivalry between the gods, "That makes sense, but what if the gods prefer you to pick one?" she asked, not to question the fae's reasoning or ninety-eight years of knowledge on the topic, but she had watched the goddess of stars kick over a jar of honey meant for Frey.
Oh no, Aisha's amusement wasn't received well, she certainly didn't want to lose her guide now, as she was further off the path. And she was enjoying the company, the security, so she tried to rectify any offense with a shake of her head, "Oh no no, I'm just not used to fae. I'm not from Caido," she explained, as though that excused her awkwardness. She swung around her pack, unclipping the top to reveal the food she'd prepared as an offering. Fruits, greens, breads and meats, all fresh and only good things, "I brought this, thought maybe the gods would like it."
In regards to her stepping back, possibly a sore move on her part, maybe this close up eye contact thing was just something fae did. "I'm not scared of you, I don't know I just thought maybe I should step back," she said, then adding in her confident honey tone, "But no I'm not scared of you, us beautiful women have to stick together." With a wink and a smile, a bit of playful charm never hurt.
or just the
women who straddle em
women who straddle em
