AISHA
and now we're breeding a feeling of animosity
Deimos pointed out the various divisions of the palace, starting with the warden of the arctic, Morgan. She'd heard of her before, just in passing; how she'd taken over from the Launcelyns, from Korbin's sister who perished. Aisha tried to stay versed in the goings on (dramas perhaps) of the rest of the world, but she knew little more about Morgan than that. She grinned at his mention of their ilk, Morgan would have to be someone she met.
Then on to the academy, an imposing and mundane thing that Deimos didn't seem too fond of either. She wouldn't be using it anyway, but it didn't strike her interest like the other bits. "Supposedly?" she questioned his word choice, prompting elaboration.
He finished up, pointing out a council hall and the barracks. She wanted to see that of course, the place she would spend most of her time should she move here. She'd already begun moving in that direction, "Lets see it then!" Eager, excited, satisfied in her explorations for the first time in months. This was new, this was good.
Then on to the academy, an imposing and mundane thing that Deimos didn't seem too fond of either. She wouldn't be using it anyway, but it didn't strike her interest like the other bits. "Supposedly?" she questioned his word choice, prompting elaboration.
He finished up, pointing out a council hall and the barracks. She wanted to see that of course, the place she would spend most of her time should she move here. She'd already begun moving in that direction, "Lets see it then!" Eager, excited, satisfied in her explorations for the first time in months. This was new, this was good.
fear has the sharpest teeth, it eats and eats and eats
