AISHA
good lava, we all know you wanna
Aisha sat in the great hall of the barracks, leaning back in a chair with her boots up on the table. Near her the hearth was born and roaring with flames, eating away at their wood stores. She could be outside training, doing something to keep her mind off the curse, but instead she wallowed in the misery of it, praying to any of the gods at this point that she might feel the heat of the fire.
Her nose began to run a few days ago, sickness having slipped in easily to her body as she fought against the cold. It was annoying at most, she'd never allowed herself to succumb to complaining over nature's bitterness. But this was not nature, this was some monstrous spirit's doing. And so she sulked in her chill, wiping at her nose every now and then with her sleeve, feeling her muscles ache, and peeling bark off the logs to throw into the fire.
Her nose began to run a few days ago, sickness having slipped in easily to her body as she fought against the cold. It was annoying at most, she'd never allowed herself to succumb to complaining over nature's bitterness. But this was not nature, this was some monstrous spirit's doing. And so she sulked in her chill, wiping at her nose every now and then with her sleeve, feeling her muscles ache, and peeling bark off the logs to throw into the fire.
see this pretty girl flow, good lava
