(se) (o) there was sun

AISHA

in the sun
i'm not a stranger

Aisha found it was easy to forget that the abandoned were scorned, hated by the gods like the Voice's children. She quirked a brow at the mention of them not doing well in the city, "What would happen to them?" she asked with a curious tilt of her head.

Aisha nodded to Seren's reply, Safrin not being nice to everyone was perhaps not the best way to put it. "I have friends who are ascended, if that explains it well enough," she answered with a dry humor and purse of her lips. "Her long night 'protections' in the Hollowed Grounds a couple years back ended up getting a friend killed," she hadn't been close with the previous queen of the grounds, but she'd known her and her husband, their child. Aisha couldn't find a good enough reason for it, her opinion of the old goddess had been jaded since.

"I understand that she's in the middle of this war, just like all the other gods. But it's still hard not to want to assign blame," she replied, keeping her tone level, understanding but not soft. The apple was given one last turn before she placed the core of it on the counter she leaned against.

black hearted angel
oh i hate when you're not around