AISHA
d is for delightful and try
to keep your trousers up
to keep your trousers up
Today she'd been at the training grounds, sparring with whichever poor soul would agree to it. The girl held little back when she fought, not that she'd injure anyone but few left her without a bruise. She two carried her own trophies from the day's practice, a nick in the cloth of her sleeve, red around the white fabric's edge. The soft autumn breeze kept her chilled enough to keep her mind off it, pain always brews thicker in the heat.
She was on her way back to the manner, taking a longer route than usual to think and breathe in the night air. The residencies she passed were closing up their doors for the day, the sun hailing it's last few breaths before night fall. A figure unmoving caught her eye, leaning at a corner in a rather uncomfortable looking manner. The closer she got she realized that she'd met him before, back when she'd helped build Oliver's forge.
This was the ginger with the golem, the rather small one who obviously was more experienced than he appeared. She waved, and offered her curious concern, "Are you ok?"
She was on her way back to the manner, taking a longer route than usual to think and breathe in the night air. The residencies she passed were closing up their doors for the day, the sun hailing it's last few breaths before night fall. A figure unmoving caught her eye, leaning at a corner in a rather uncomfortable looking manner. The closer she got she realized that she'd met him before, back when she'd helped build Oliver's forge.
This was the ginger with the golem, the rather small one who obviously was more experienced than he appeared. She waved, and offered her curious concern, "Are you ok?"
i think you should know you're
his favorite worst nightmare
his favorite worst nightmare
