AISHA
Despite the ever cold of Halo, Aisha's forehead was slick with sweat. Her shoulders were bare except for the straps of her tank top, her woolly furs draped over her arm. She came from the barracks of course, from an intense spar that'd gotten her blood and adrenaline soaring, she couldn't help the smile on her face, the confidence of a win in her step.
She was headed back to the guildhall, but someone shoveling snow caught her eye. A young woman, a freckled face and striking blue eyes. The leopardess didn't mean to stare, but the young woman had sat down, a trace of dizziness or tire in her gait, and buried her head in her hands. Maybe Aisha was nosy, but there was some concern, she jogged to the other side of the street where Seren sat, brows knitted.
She wouldn't intrude in the woman's space, hands on hips, a stray golden curl bounced by her ear as she came to a stop, "Are you okay?"
She was headed back to the guildhall, but someone shoveling snow caught her eye. A young woman, a freckled face and striking blue eyes. The leopardess didn't mean to stare, but the young woman had sat down, a trace of dizziness or tire in her gait, and buried her head in her hands. Maybe Aisha was nosy, but there was some concern, she jogged to the other side of the street where Seren sat, brows knitted.
She wouldn't intrude in the woman's space, hands on hips, a stray golden curl bounced by her ear as she came to a stop, "Are you okay?"
and it's all in the way that you talk
starts with a whisper
starts with a whisper
ends with a shout
