AISHA
there's something about your love
Aisha's lucky guess, or perhaps educated considering her input from the fae, led her where she needed to be. The Mathair, and upon seeing it Aisha felt an unbelievable sadness. It was strange, she didn't often recieve anxiety from trees, but something about the Mathair and her aura caused a ripple through her, a ripple close to pain that burned in her fingertips before disappearing.
She pushed away the odd feelings, hazel eyes coming to focus on a creature that sat in the mangled roots. Never in her life had she seen something quite like this spirit, it's vibrant summer hues and amethyst eyes, watching her with a feral yet graceful and youthful air. She listened quietly as the spirit spoke, wandering closer and marveling over what once was surely the most beautiful and vivacious tree in the forest.
A good guess could be made about who the 'they' that the spirit reffered to was, the goddess that Aisha scorned since she'd been taken from her home. Her children were a different story, though to think that some of them might've done this to the Mathair did bring a frown to her face, and a glaze over her opinions. To the words that followed, the spirit's request, Aisha nodded. She would give her word, and her word she always kept, especially when she believed in the cause
"I promise," she said, a slight smile pulling at her lips. A real one this time, not merely a ploy to amuse and please the childish spirit, but a genuine smile to accompany a genuine promise. She would never hurt any of the beauty of the Greatwood, and she would never forget what the Voice and her own had done. Moments later the spirit was gone, and Aisha was left with the mother tree alone.
With a little effort she got to her sword, still shiny and new, still devoid of enchantments, but somehow she felt as though it was all the more important after this interaction. She wasn't worried about the food she'd gathered and left on the shrine, perhaps the spirit would return and take her gifts for their own. Off she went, searching for a way out, and hoping the greatwood would grant her that.
Fin!
She pushed away the odd feelings, hazel eyes coming to focus on a creature that sat in the mangled roots. Never in her life had she seen something quite like this spirit, it's vibrant summer hues and amethyst eyes, watching her with a feral yet graceful and youthful air. She listened quietly as the spirit spoke, wandering closer and marveling over what once was surely the most beautiful and vivacious tree in the forest.
A good guess could be made about who the 'they' that the spirit reffered to was, the goddess that Aisha scorned since she'd been taken from her home. Her children were a different story, though to think that some of them might've done this to the Mathair did bring a frown to her face, and a glaze over her opinions. To the words that followed, the spirit's request, Aisha nodded. She would give her word, and her word she always kept, especially when she believed in the cause
"I promise," she said, a slight smile pulling at her lips. A real one this time, not merely a ploy to amuse and please the childish spirit, but a genuine smile to accompany a genuine promise. She would never hurt any of the beauty of the Greatwood, and she would never forget what the Voice and her own had done. Moments later the spirit was gone, and Aisha was left with the mother tree alone.
With a little effort she got to her sword, still shiny and new, still devoid of enchantments, but somehow she felt as though it was all the more important after this interaction. She wasn't worried about the food she'd gathered and left on the shrine, perhaps the spirit would return and take her gifts for their own. Off she went, searching for a way out, and hoping the greatwood would grant her that.
Fin!
that makes me wanna kill it
