i'm asking nicely, give me what i want
It was nice, somewhat cathartic to get lost in a conversation like this. To talk history, geography, learning and teaching about her home as if it was still relevant to her life and not the past. Aisha was still searching for a way to meld the two worlds together, for they often seemed so far apart. Talking about it with someone who understood what it was like, it just felt good.
After she told him the names of the countries and their monarchs, Bastien paused and went in search of pen and paper, when he returned he scribbled a map, asking if it looked similar. Aisha shifted closer to him, narrowing her brows as she considered it's components, and actually recognizing some of the shapes though misplaced as they were. "Maybe if you rearranged them and pushed them closer together," she said, her own Earth a bit more pangeic.
Italy, no she didn't recognize it. "Is it a country or a kingdom? How did the government work in Italy?" she asked.
After she told him the names of the countries and their monarchs, Bastien paused and went in search of pen and paper, when he returned he scribbled a map, asking if it looked similar. Aisha shifted closer to him, narrowing her brows as she considered it's components, and actually recognizing some of the shapes though misplaced as they were. "Maybe if you rearranged them and pushed them closer together," she said, her own Earth a bit more pangeic.
Italy, no she didn't recognize it. "Is it a country or a kingdom? How did the government work in Italy?" she asked.
AISHA
