AISHA
and now we're breeding a feeling of animosity
So much to get in order in preparation to move, people to visit and tell, clothes to exchange, the usual training and socializing to maintain. And Aisha was tired, exhausted even. As she trudged up the stairs of the manor and to her door, her legs were tired and shoulders slumped. She reached for the door knob with a sigh, turning it and yawning as she walked through.
But this wasn't her room was it?
She opened her eyes from the deep yawn as her boots sank slightly into sand. Black sand, strewn about and littering a mundane beach. The only source of color was the other figures that stood scattered about, a few of them she recognized. The boy, the red head, some others. She would've asked them what was going on, if everyone didn't already seem to be engrossed in their tasks.
Digging holes and filling in holes. Seeing as this clearly wasn't a normal occurrance, and talking it out the rational way probably wouldn't get them anywhere (god or spirit magic? something else caido-esque), she chose to follow along. Play the game. Aisha loved games, but she did not love shovels (they'd done her dirty recently) and so instead of going for one she chose to fill in one of the holes, using her boots and her hands to pile the ebony sands back in.
Aisha fills in a hole!
But this wasn't her room was it?
She opened her eyes from the deep yawn as her boots sank slightly into sand. Black sand, strewn about and littering a mundane beach. The only source of color was the other figures that stood scattered about, a few of them she recognized. The boy, the red head, some others. She would've asked them what was going on, if everyone didn't already seem to be engrossed in their tasks.
Digging holes and filling in holes. Seeing as this clearly wasn't a normal occurrance, and talking it out the rational way probably wouldn't get them anywhere (god or spirit magic? something else caido-esque), she chose to follow along. Play the game. Aisha loved games, but she did not love shovels (they'd done her dirty recently) and so instead of going for one she chose to fill in one of the holes, using her boots and her hands to pile the ebony sands back in.
Aisha fills in a hole!
fear has the sharpest teeth, it eats and eats and eats
