AISHA
No more Deepfrost for Aisha meant no more curse. No more curse meant she would spend the whole first day basking in the sun and the warmth of every hearth she could find. To feel the heat against her reddened fingertips, coaxing fluidity back into her joints and making her energized. She reveled in it, and then got right back to work.
Even with her sickness and the endless chill, she'd carried on. Planning, training with what energy she had, and doing more reading than she'd ever done. On monsters and spirits, the beasts she hoped to unite a guild around in Halo. She'd even begun scouting the citadel for a place to set up, should her project get that far.
But today she worked on other duties. Being a Shield had so far meant doing a lot of general aid, no imminent thread had the idle soldiers ripe to be assigned to other tasks. After a reasonable amount of negotiation she got sent to work on a less snow covered area, an easier route to shovel. She was still overcoming her recent affliction after all, too much work would be boring tire her more than she was.
And so the leopardess brought with her shovel and wheelbarrow, tied her hair up in a messy bun with her golden ribbon, and set to work with some others who'd flooded the streets to help. Remove the snow, clear the roads, dig the city out of it's arctic trench.
Even with her sickness and the endless chill, she'd carried on. Planning, training with what energy she had, and doing more reading than she'd ever done. On monsters and spirits, the beasts she hoped to unite a guild around in Halo. She'd even begun scouting the citadel for a place to set up, should her project get that far.
But today she worked on other duties. Being a Shield had so far meant doing a lot of general aid, no imminent thread had the idle soldiers ripe to be assigned to other tasks. After a reasonable amount of negotiation she got sent to work on a less snow covered area, an easier route to shovel. She was still overcoming her recent affliction after all, too much work would be boring tire her more than she was.
And so the leopardess brought with her shovel and wheelbarrow, tied her hair up in a messy bun with her golden ribbon, and set to work with some others who'd flooded the streets to help. Remove the snow, clear the roads, dig the city out of it's arctic trench.
sinks through her teeth
she's not evil
she's not evil
this is chaos manmade
