AISHA
good lava, we all know you wanna
With pursed lips and brows raised amusedly, Aisha continued filling her pack until it bulged and poked and the rocks practically spilled over the top. That should be enough she hoped, if not she could always begrudgingly come back. At her question Kova looked surprised but gave no definite answer, though his snort seemed enough to her to confirm it. Something was bothering him, something that would be bothering her too in just a few moments.
Before she could give another prodding reply there was a low growl, a rumbling sound that vibrated through the cavern and drew her attention from the boy. The beast is about the size of a small bear, and as it crushes a stone between it's jaws she can see the heat the fills the back of it's throat. It seems to pour from it's eyes as well, that fiery blaze brimming with predatory instinct.
Aisha hurried to her feet, pulling the pack over both shoulders securely. "Oh I'm ready whenever you are," she snapped back, tension in her body ready to be released in a mad sprint for safety. If all else failed she could fly away from here on the bat's wings, out of reach of hellish claws. But that would mean leaving behind the boy, and all her rocks, and she wasn't keen on that idea.
Hopefully he knew what he was doing. Aisha's hand quivered just above the golden hilt of her blade.
Before she could give another prodding reply there was a low growl, a rumbling sound that vibrated through the cavern and drew her attention from the boy. The beast is about the size of a small bear, and as it crushes a stone between it's jaws she can see the heat the fills the back of it's throat. It seems to pour from it's eyes as well, that fiery blaze brimming with predatory instinct.
Aisha hurried to her feet, pulling the pack over both shoulders securely. "Oh I'm ready whenever you are," she snapped back, tension in her body ready to be released in a mad sprint for safety. If all else failed she could fly away from here on the bat's wings, out of reach of hellish claws. But that would mean leaving behind the boy, and all her rocks, and she wasn't keen on that idea.
Hopefully he knew what he was doing. Aisha's hand quivered just above the golden hilt of her blade.
see this pretty girl flow, good lava
