it may be rage or maybe hope, i wanna know your phobia
Sam gave his reasoning for wanting training, giving a rather meek display of it that only further crooked the smile on her face. This would be an interesting challenge for them both, but a challenge was just what she'd wanted. When he spoke to losing some of his abilities she quirked a brow. She remembered the first time they met, he was one of the first ascended she'd known and definitely the first to spell out to her what it meant to be one. He'd had some wonderful abilities, how had they been lost.
"That blows, I'm sorry Sam," she replied, tilting her head just the slightest. "Well yeah I'm happy to help, we can start at whatever level you're comfortable with," which was apparently not very high. For some reason Aisha hadn't realized he meant to train now, she'd posed him as the more 'set up an appointment and show up on time' type. "Oh you mean now!" she vocalized her realization, glancing around for some tools they might use.
"I usually just kinda teach wherever, I ain't got nothing too fancy yet," though it might not be a bad idea in the future. She thought for a moment, rapping her fingers against her side. "I'm sure we can find an alleyway or something," she decided, flashing him an encouraging look. She made the first move, beckoning him with a finger and beginning to walk from the more populated areas in search of somewhere quieter.
It was a bit ironic, cyclical in nature; merely a year ago he was teaching her, and now here they were.
"That blows, I'm sorry Sam," she replied, tilting her head just the slightest. "Well yeah I'm happy to help, we can start at whatever level you're comfortable with," which was apparently not very high. For some reason Aisha hadn't realized he meant to train now, she'd posed him as the more 'set up an appointment and show up on time' type. "Oh you mean now!" she vocalized her realization, glancing around for some tools they might use.
"I usually just kinda teach wherever, I ain't got nothing too fancy yet," though it might not be a bad idea in the future. She thought for a moment, rapping her fingers against her side. "I'm sure we can find an alleyway or something," she decided, flashing him an encouraging look. She made the first move, beckoning him with a finger and beginning to walk from the more populated areas in search of somewhere quieter.
It was a bit ironic, cyclical in nature; merely a year ago he was teaching her, and now here they were.
AISHA
