AISHA
Aisha's eyes darkened at Weaver's name, not in any sort of contempt, but in thought, in sadness. She'd never personally known the woman, but she'd known Korbin. She'd somehow found herself caring about the raven, this past Deepfrost she'd met him again out in the snow, resigned to a body that'd forgotten it's human life. Weaver's death had taken a toll on all of Halo, and in turn, a toll on Aisha. Even without knowing her, a bit of vengeance would be sweet.
She gave a nod, saying no more on the warden before Morgan. They moved on, discussing witnesses and further investigation. Sunjata had a dragon shift? When was the last time she'd seen that man? Felt like not that long ago, but perhaps a lot had changed, and it was time for a visit, regardless of her companions notions. "I'll visit him then, you don't have to come if you don't want to," she replied, flashing a smirk as she finished, having noticed the slight distaste to his name.
The Draig, the Cordillera was somewhere that she'd heard plenty about but only as myth and legend. There were no stories of the place because no human lived there, and it seemed like none survived it. But there could be some, somewhere, who had recorded information. The leopardess sighed, "I thought I was DONE with libraries," she joked with a toothy grin. Leaning back in her chair stretching up her arms, "but I guess I wouldn't mind a little more research. Might sick Elide on it." The other ascended was fond of books and writing, Aisha was fond of fighting and experiencing, far better with interrogation than scouring pages that all looked identical to the last. Responsibility would see her do it, so it would be done, but not without the usual amount of sassy complaints.
She gave a nod, saying no more on the warden before Morgan. They moved on, discussing witnesses and further investigation. Sunjata had a dragon shift? When was the last time she'd seen that man? Felt like not that long ago, but perhaps a lot had changed, and it was time for a visit, regardless of her companions notions. "I'll visit him then, you don't have to come if you don't want to," she replied, flashing a smirk as she finished, having noticed the slight distaste to his name.
The Draig, the Cordillera was somewhere that she'd heard plenty about but only as myth and legend. There were no stories of the place because no human lived there, and it seemed like none survived it. But there could be some, somewhere, who had recorded information. The leopardess sighed, "I thought I was DONE with libraries," she joked with a toothy grin. Leaning back in her chair stretching up her arms, "but I guess I wouldn't mind a little more research. Might sick Elide on it." The other ascended was fond of books and writing, Aisha was fond of fighting and experiencing, far better with interrogation than scouring pages that all looked identical to the last. Responsibility would see her do it, so it would be done, but not without the usual amount of sassy complaints.
suddenly it's looking like
i did not come to play
i did not come to play
i already won the game
