AISHA
my lovely prey, i'm a cliche
Aisha giggled at Oliver's jump, gods did she love messing with people. Her eyes widened a bit as the water and box disappeared, but his explanation fit the pieces into place. She hadn't witnessed much of her friend's magic, aside from the group training with Deimos and various little instances. It was definitely an interest point for her, so incredibly fascinated with the abilities and machinations that the abandoned could pull off.
So perhaps food could wait, maybe she could somehow train with him. "I was gonna ask you to make soup but this is way more fun," she said with a friendly smirk, "Any way I could help? Or maybe train with you? I could be like... your practice dummy... or something." Aisha had no idea what she could do here, but was more than excited to find out.
So perhaps food could wait, maybe she could somehow train with him. "I was gonna ask you to make soup but this is way more fun," she said with a friendly smirk, "Any way I could help? Or maybe train with you? I could be like... your practice dummy... or something." Aisha had no idea what she could do here, but was more than excited to find out.
for us, the bourgeoisie, so care free
