AISHA
there's something about your love
Part two of her mission to the Greatwood, her prayer. She'd heard about the shrine in the Wildwood, a shrine to the old gods. There was no reason she'd chosen this spot over any other, except that she'd wanted to go somewhere new, explore and get out of the grounds, maybe rustle her feathers. She'd gotten so used to the same damn grey skies and white snowy earth, the Greatwood had just seemed so inviting, intoxicating almost.
After saying goodbye to Sen, the fae woman who had so kindly lead her to the shrine, Aisha carefully began to place her offerings. Safrin had appeared last time, and Aisha certainly favored her, but she was in no way going to pick and choose who she asked for. Any divine allegiance wouldn't be turned down, unless the Voice happened to make an appearance. Even then, Aisha was curious.
So the golden crown, princess turned wanderer, warrior, and woman of Caido laid out her items. This time she'd brought food, all kinds, stuff she'd packed and traded for in preparation for this trip. There were fruits of the winter variety, supple and full, cold chard greens, a loaf of bread, and a portion of meat from the buck she'd hunted back in the woodlands of the grounds with Jigano. A miniature feast, that hopefully one of the gods would see fit to partake in.
Lain before her was the food, and her sword. Her new sword, shiny and freshly conjured by Deimos. A replica of an heirloom, a token a victory, a weapon she wished to enhance and improve. Not in form, as the delicate craftsmanship of the golden hilt and it's leopard engravings were already par, but in power. She sought a way to imbue her armament with a mystical art, to make it stronger, and in turn make herself stronger.
"I wish to speak to the old gods, for their favor and aid, and to offer my gifts," she said, hands on her knees and eyes closed as she focused on the pulse and rhythm of the forest around her.
After saying goodbye to Sen, the fae woman who had so kindly lead her to the shrine, Aisha carefully began to place her offerings. Safrin had appeared last time, and Aisha certainly favored her, but she was in no way going to pick and choose who she asked for. Any divine allegiance wouldn't be turned down, unless the Voice happened to make an appearance. Even then, Aisha was curious.
So the golden crown, princess turned wanderer, warrior, and woman of Caido laid out her items. This time she'd brought food, all kinds, stuff she'd packed and traded for in preparation for this trip. There were fruits of the winter variety, supple and full, cold chard greens, a loaf of bread, and a portion of meat from the buck she'd hunted back in the woodlands of the grounds with Jigano. A miniature feast, that hopefully one of the gods would see fit to partake in.
Lain before her was the food, and her sword. Her new sword, shiny and freshly conjured by Deimos. A replica of an heirloom, a token a victory, a weapon she wished to enhance and improve. Not in form, as the delicate craftsmanship of the golden hilt and it's leopard engravings were already par, but in power. She sought a way to imbue her armament with a mystical art, to make it stronger, and in turn make herself stronger.
"I wish to speak to the old gods, for their favor and aid, and to offer my gifts," she said, hands on her knees and eyes closed as she focused on the pulse and rhythm of the forest around her.
that makes me wanna kill it
