what will you do when the vultures come for you, run and hide?
For some reason, this whole endeavor was an absolute mess, things were literally falling apart, anyone would've been embarrassed with the state of work she'd accomplished thus far. But Aisha found the humor in it, in the irony and the frustration and the state of abandon she felt towards such a simple task.
The traces of a snarl as the wheelbarrow toppled over, reaching out as if she could grab it in time. And as it flew from her grasp she raised her hand to her face and sucked in a deep seething breath, covering her eyes as a beaten smile tugged at her lips. It was too ridiculous to not be funny, this last upheaval tipping the scales to a humorous favor. She stood for a moment snickering to herself, the hilarity she found in it fighting off the groan that threatened at the notion of starting over.
A voice pulled her from her surrender, she turned her head to find both of her comrades watching the disaster unfold. "No no, go ahead, laugh. I'm aware," she snorted, letting loose a deep sigh and placing her hands on her hips. The fervor and anger melted into something softer, she was thankful to have their help now, maybe they could finish these damned grounds. "Deimos if you could magic that hole in the wall or something, that'd be great," she said, tossing a gesture towards the crumbled structure.
Then to Amun, "You and me are gonna start this over, unless you have any better ideas." She tossed him the shovel and then grabbed the wheelbarrow, checking the bottom prior to using it again to make sure there were no functional damages. Just bad luck it seemed, and with a sigh she started again, pulling the thing back to its feet then grabbing another shovel.
Aisha asks Deimos to work on the hole in the wall, and enlists Amun in helping shovel the snow (checks the wheelbarrow to make sure it isn't broken loll).
The traces of a snarl as the wheelbarrow toppled over, reaching out as if she could grab it in time. And as it flew from her grasp she raised her hand to her face and sucked in a deep seething breath, covering her eyes as a beaten smile tugged at her lips. It was too ridiculous to not be funny, this last upheaval tipping the scales to a humorous favor. She stood for a moment snickering to herself, the hilarity she found in it fighting off the groan that threatened at the notion of starting over.
A voice pulled her from her surrender, she turned her head to find both of her comrades watching the disaster unfold. "No no, go ahead, laugh. I'm aware," she snorted, letting loose a deep sigh and placing her hands on her hips. The fervor and anger melted into something softer, she was thankful to have their help now, maybe they could finish these damned grounds. "Deimos if you could magic that hole in the wall or something, that'd be great," she said, tossing a gesture towards the crumbled structure.
Then to Amun, "You and me are gonna start this over, unless you have any better ideas." She tossed him the shovel and then grabbed the wheelbarrow, checking the bottom prior to using it again to make sure there were no functional damages. Just bad luck it seemed, and with a sigh she started again, pulling the thing back to its feet then grabbing another shovel.
Aisha asks Deimos to work on the hole in the wall, and enlists Amun in helping shovel the snow (checks the wheelbarrow to make sure it isn't broken loll).
AISHA
