ASHE
does the wolf apologize when it stands on top? should the lion say grace when it takes its mark?
Ashe listened with more curiosity than she cared to admit. An Undine.. what even was that? That it had been blighted was disheartening... but saved? And she had heard of niads, certainly, read about them in the same way she read of wil-o-the-wisps. Were they cruel too, mischievous things that would lead her astray and drive her mad?
Then the look from Deimos turned into something different, a glimmer of play behind the clear warning as he spoke of the Fae. Ashe bristled internally, her gut twisting. "Sacrifice?" she repeated. Her jaw set, her eyes narrowing as she extended her senses, waiting to catch an unfamiliar scent, as if they would descend upon her then and there. "They could try."
The wolf girl half frowned, looking out and stepping toward the trees. She glanced back at Deimos, as if to ensure her newest companion was following with her silent invitation. Curious about him, and grateful for his help. "I spent some time with.. a friend of yours, I think. Kiada." Her mouth quirked into a smirk, their eventful day together impossible not to smile about. "She said the Fae had a.. pit." She hated saying it, the very implication sending goosebumps across her skin. She remembered being in a different pit, worlds away, where parts of her had died and never come back. "Are they liberal with it?"
Then the look from Deimos turned into something different, a glimmer of play behind the clear warning as he spoke of the Fae. Ashe bristled internally, her gut twisting. "Sacrifice?" she repeated. Her jaw set, her eyes narrowing as she extended her senses, waiting to catch an unfamiliar scent, as if they would descend upon her then and there. "They could try."
The wolf girl half frowned, looking out and stepping toward the trees. She glanced back at Deimos, as if to ensure her newest companion was following with her silent invitation. Curious about him, and grateful for his help. "I spent some time with.. a friend of yours, I think. Kiada." Her mouth quirked into a smirk, their eventful day together impossible not to smile about. "She said the Fae had a.. pit." She hated saying it, the very implication sending goosebumps across her skin. She remembered being in a different pit, worlds away, where parts of her had died and never come back. "Are they liberal with it?"
I do what I need to, what I have to, to survive. Closer than your friend, I can be your enemy.
