it may be rage or maybe hope, i wanna know your phobia
Her mind was off in the clouds when she turned the corner, making her way back to the increasingly familiar and comforting barracks. When a man appeared before her she was more than startled, warriors instinct kicking in and her hand flying to the sword at her hip, dropping her bag of supplies. "Fuck off," she started as reflex, but when realizing it wasn't someone jumping her and was in fact Loren the bartender hybrid, her bristling expression turned to a smile.
And a laugh, removing her hand from the hilt of her blade, certain she wouldn't need it for this occasion. The hearty sound peeled from her lips as she greeted him, amused and glad to see a friendly face along the icy roads. "This is honestly exactly how I expected it," she replied through her giggles, glancing down to the bag she'd dropped. She bent down and gathered the items, taking out some of the wiring to make sure it wasn't too bent, "I think I can handle it, as long as you don't actually run in to me next time."
And a laugh, removing her hand from the hilt of her blade, certain she wouldn't need it for this occasion. The hearty sound peeled from her lips as she greeted him, amused and glad to see a friendly face along the icy roads. "This is honestly exactly how I expected it," she replied through her giggles, glancing down to the bag she'd dropped. She bent down and gathered the items, taking out some of the wiring to make sure it wasn't too bent, "I think I can handle it, as long as you don't actually run in to me next time."
AISHA
