AISHA
first you're my predator then you're my prey
Despite all the doubts that tried to creep in, regarding leaving her friends in the Grounds, the Order closing in, even her distaste for the cold, Aisha had made the move. She'd arrived in the citadel last night with a couple packs of things she needed, subsequently dropping them all on the floor in her temporary room in the barracks and then staring at the ceiling trying to go to sleep. She was tired, in a fit of worry that she'd missed something, made a mistake, just harried in general.
But when she woke up things were different. A warm light peeled in through the glass windows of her room, and wrapped in her favorite blankets and the sheepskin coat Henry had made her, she felt good. Happy, excited all over again and sure of herself. She got ready quickly, motivation in every step and a smile stuck to her face.
Of course the first place she'd be this morning as an Official Deepfrost Shield was the training grounds, the yard that she'd so kindly helped refurbish. The gold of her sword's hilt peered out from under her furs, and after a minute of warming up she removed the outermost fur. The sun, her momentum and surrounding braziers would keep her warm enough, plus the layers she still bore. She felt strong, present, and ready.
Hazel eyes settled on none other than Deimos across the yard, making his rounds or something of that nature. Aisha grinned, waving and jogging his way. She'd already drawn her sword halfway to him, a child-like playfulness in the glint in her eyes. She didn't need to say anything really, he could likely feel her elation, even without the attuned bond she radiated it like light. She drew her sword in a defensive position, clearly seeking a spar.
But when she woke up things were different. A warm light peeled in through the glass windows of her room, and wrapped in her favorite blankets and the sheepskin coat Henry had made her, she felt good. Happy, excited all over again and sure of herself. She got ready quickly, motivation in every step and a smile stuck to her face.
Of course the first place she'd be this morning as an Official Deepfrost Shield was the training grounds, the yard that she'd so kindly helped refurbish. The gold of her sword's hilt peered out from under her furs, and after a minute of warming up she removed the outermost fur. The sun, her momentum and surrounding braziers would keep her warm enough, plus the layers she still bore. She felt strong, present, and ready.
Hazel eyes settled on none other than Deimos across the yard, making his rounds or something of that nature. Aisha grinned, waving and jogging his way. She'd already drawn her sword halfway to him, a child-like playfulness in the glint in her eyes. She didn't need to say anything really, he could likely feel her elation, even without the attuned bond she radiated it like light. She drew her sword in a defensive position, clearly seeking a spar.
give you my love and then take it away
