AISHA
vodka on ice
and women on bikes
and women on bikes
To protect them, the fae, the Greatwood itself would twist and mar the paths of those who sought to travel it. How she would love to have such a bond with the sentient being that was the earth, it's life and it's ever changing stability. She smiled back, Sen having inspired a tranquil cheer to her mood.
Really lost? Nah, Aisha didn't believe in really lost. She would find her way out, or at least that's what her ego told her. If not, then maybe Sen would help. She moved on, not too worried about the where and when, instead focusing her attention on the tree. Taking a step forwards, she placed her hand over the spot where the bark had been stripped, wondering what Sen felt when she touched there, "Did it say anything back?"
The other woman was fast, she'd quickly turned and started off through the trees and Aisha had to jog to catch up. She unfortunately wasn't as graceful in the undergrowth as the fae, tripping to keep up but not minding at all. The girl loved a challenge, especially one with so fascinating a reward. "Yeah she is," fine as hell, she said and thought respectively, with a light smirk on her lips.
Falling into step, or bounce when it came to the shorter of the two, Aisha gestured down to her new weapon. Deimos had forged it so perfectly she almost felt as though she'd never lost it in the first place, her heirloom sword. A smooth cutting edge that lead down to a gilded golden hilt, engraved with a leopard figurehead and other features. A beautiful replica, so sweet and so right that it almost put the real one to shame.
"I want to see if there's something they can do to my sword," was all she gave, for she wasn't even all that sure what she wanted yet.
Really lost? Nah, Aisha didn't believe in really lost. She would find her way out, or at least that's what her ego told her. If not, then maybe Sen would help. She moved on, not too worried about the where and when, instead focusing her attention on the tree. Taking a step forwards, she placed her hand over the spot where the bark had been stripped, wondering what Sen felt when she touched there, "Did it say anything back?"
The other woman was fast, she'd quickly turned and started off through the trees and Aisha had to jog to catch up. She unfortunately wasn't as graceful in the undergrowth as the fae, tripping to keep up but not minding at all. The girl loved a challenge, especially one with so fascinating a reward. "Yeah she is," fine as hell, she said and thought respectively, with a light smirk on her lips.
Falling into step, or bounce when it came to the shorter of the two, Aisha gestured down to her new weapon. Deimos had forged it so perfectly she almost felt as though she'd never lost it in the first place, her heirloom sword. A smooth cutting edge that lead down to a gilded golden hilt, engraved with a leopard figurehead and other features. A beautiful replica, so sweet and so right that it almost put the real one to shame.
"I want to see if there's something they can do to my sword," was all she gave, for she wasn't even all that sure what she wanted yet.
or just the
women who straddle em
women who straddle em
