AISHA
The greenhouse was an exciting prospect; the self sufficiency of the city, a touch of brightness and life amid the cold. Aisha had eagerly volunteered to accompany the warden to the shrine, to meet Frey if they decided to show up, and to extend her reputation beyond that of a Shield. She wanted to be more involved, to help out in anyway she could, and this seemed a good opportunity to do so. Her attuned propensity alone might bolster their chances, hopefully it would count for something in keeping the group in the Old God's favor.
Morgan arrived promptly, Aisha shortly after, adorned in sunny colors and her thick sheepskins. In her arms she'd brought a small basket of blushberries that she'd found in the Oerwoud, figuring it would be a welcome addition for the nature god. She shot the warden a smile and a dip of her head, respectful yet buzzing with excitement. Last time she'd been here she'd ended up with a nasty curse, this time would hopefully yield much better results. The woman stood next to Morgan's side, looking over the offerings and adding her basket to the altar.
Morgan arrived promptly, Aisha shortly after, adorned in sunny colors and her thick sheepskins. In her arms she'd brought a small basket of blushberries that she'd found in the Oerwoud, figuring it would be a welcome addition for the nature god. She shot the warden a smile and a dip of her head, respectful yet buzzing with excitement. Last time she'd been here she'd ended up with a nasty curse, this time would hopefully yield much better results. The woman stood next to Morgan's side, looking over the offerings and adding her basket to the altar.
sinks through her teeth
she's not evil
she's not evil
this is chaos manmade
