it may be rage or maybe hope, i wanna know your phobia
Though the grounds were starting to feel less and less like home as the days went by, there was a reoccurring theme to her schedule that she didn't mind. Lately she'd been finding more and more adversaries of the friendly kind, those who wanted to spar, learn from her. It was exciting to know that she was valued for her skill, even without a position or a title. She was simply a swordsman, and apparently she'd become known for it.
She pondered her future as she so often did as she made her way through the streets of sanctuary. The craft of swordplay was heavy on her mind, what more she could learn and in turn impart upon those who sought her help. She was headed to the atheneum to seek out books on the subject; a surprise even to herself. Aisha had never been a book learning kind of gal, she was incredibly hands on. However her desire to learn more brought her to new measures, of which she would explore to the fullest.
Her sword hung at her side as it always did, her fingers absently played at the hilt as she walked.
She pondered her future as she so often did as she made her way through the streets of sanctuary. The craft of swordplay was heavy on her mind, what more she could learn and in turn impart upon those who sought her help. She was headed to the atheneum to seek out books on the subject; a surprise even to herself. Aisha had never been a book learning kind of gal, she was incredibly hands on. However her desire to learn more brought her to new measures, of which she would explore to the fullest.
Her sword hung at her side as it always did, her fingers absently played at the hilt as she walked.
AISHA
