AISHA
kiss my skin, she said to her star
we can be the sun
we can be the sun
Anden's response was something Aisha appreciated. Something reciprocated as well. Aisha had never felt like she needed the gods. She wanted to know more about them, and meet them if she could. But what had they provided her but advice, and what had they provided the people here but a divide? She liked the old gods, and scorned the new, but they did not rule her mind and decisions. She forged a way without the gods, relying on people, on hearts and souls. She chuckled with her friend now, warmed by this mortal bond they shared.
She nodded as he spoke of the gods again. They did love their followers, though only as much as a being of divine power could love their subjects. Of gods and kings, she'd watched her parents abdicate the lives of her people, even in their care for the kingdom, they controlled. And so she agreed with him, but she didn't. One thing though she certainly did, the beauty of her doll. Yeah, not too shabby. "Told ya," she teased, finishing up the last smear of paint.
Now she leaned back to simply watch him build his, wondering what entity he'd construct. She gave her gaze attentively to his actions, his movements as he removed the doll from it's paint and began to shape it. And then to his voice, his statement. Tentative, as though asking for an answer. If she had a good one she would be singing it from the rooftop, but unfortunately she only had her own experiences to share.
"I'm going too, to Halo. I've been offered a position there and I'm taking it," she replied.
They continued chatting for some time, all the while weaving their dolls.
Fin!
She nodded as he spoke of the gods again. They did love their followers, though only as much as a being of divine power could love their subjects. Of gods and kings, she'd watched her parents abdicate the lives of her people, even in their care for the kingdom, they controlled. And so she agreed with him, but she didn't. One thing though she certainly did, the beauty of her doll. Yeah, not too shabby. "Told ya," she teased, finishing up the last smear of paint.
Now she leaned back to simply watch him build his, wondering what entity he'd construct. She gave her gaze attentively to his actions, his movements as he removed the doll from it's paint and began to shape it. And then to his voice, his statement. Tentative, as though asking for an answer. If she had a good one she would be singing it from the rooftop, but unfortunately she only had her own experiences to share.
"I'm going too, to Halo. I've been offered a position there and I'm taking it," she replied.
They continued chatting for some time, all the while weaving their dolls.
Fin!
breathe your light into my eyes
while i breathe fire into your heart
while i breathe fire into your heart
