what will you do when the vultures come for you, run and hide?
"Sometimes it is the circumstances around us that shapes it," his words a truth that could not be avoided. A swordsman could have all the skills in the world, teaching and training and hot blooded war games, but how she utilized them was entirely reliant on the situation. A warrior with no war was just a tale, a memory of when they had risen to the occasion. A captain with no soldiers was just a soldier themself. Maybe that was part of her problem with this place, it felt as though her potential was snuffed, snatched from her by the sudden shift. She nodded and glanced down for a moment, arms crossed thoughtfully as she readied her next question.
Aisha seemed to have incited some reflection in the hellhound with her curiosity, he paused. The woman watched his back as he faced their hunt, she wondered if he could feel the way she considered him, did interest flow through the bond the same way joy did? Could he tell that she was asking because she wanted to know where she might fit outside of the grounds? He continued to face away when he gave his answer, though his low tonality reverberated on the open air, clear and loud.
"I'd like to meet your friends someday, think we'd get along?" she asked, a playful smirk returning to her eyes.
Aisha seemed to have incited some reflection in the hellhound with her curiosity, he paused. The woman watched his back as he faced their hunt, she wondered if he could feel the way she considered him, did interest flow through the bond the same way joy did? Could he tell that she was asking because she wanted to know where she might fit outside of the grounds? He continued to face away when he gave his answer, though his low tonality reverberated on the open air, clear and loud.
"I'd like to meet your friends someday, think we'd get along?" she asked, a playful smirk returning to her eyes.
AISHA
