(se) (o) there was sun

AISHA

in the sun
i'm not a stranger

Aisha wanted to win, that was the goal of most games. But as Seren's two daggers met their mark, she grinned, turned to the other woman with an excited look. She was happy, glad the other had gotten a hang of it, despite what it meant for her score. "Hey, spot on starchild," she hummed, clapping her hand to the other's shoulder in a friendly display.

Last round, chance for redemption, Seren laid out what could happen. A loss, a win, or a tie, two throws but only one chance to come out victorious. She nodded, took a deep breath, and one by one let the small blades fly. The first one thunked into the wood just below the circle targets (maybe if she'd drawn or traced a better circle it would've been a hit), and the second went astray, to the wall behind.

She winced, frowned at the aim and almost regretted deciding that almost in was out. She would've lost regardless, so she took it in stride. "Nice throws," she said, leaving the board and the knives and heading over to the pantry. From within she pulled out two apples imported straight from the grounds, still fresh. "You get to pick," she said, holding them both out, a green and a red.

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