AISHA
vodka on ice
and women on bikes
and women on bikes
Aisha nodded slowly to Sen's response, watching the leaves flicker on their branches, a gleeful and lyric-less tune. "That's cool," she couldn't help but say quietly, gazing over the unseasonable green and growth around her. She'd come here way more often if she knew it would always be like this, but she was smart enough to know that she wouldn't always be so lucky as to run into a woodland guide.
"Do you pray to Safrin?" she asked, wondering if the fae chose favorites. It seemed everybody did, but Aisha was still in the process of deciding who she would favor. Safrin held a special spot in her heart, being the first deity she'd met, but she always had room for more.
She giggled when Sen asked what she could want to be more special about her sword, her giggle was cut off though when she found the fae surprisingly eye to eye with her. She faltered only a second with the surprise, then laughed. Weird but ok, she thought before answering, "I want it to have some magic, something to make it stronger," she replied with a shrug, expression still bright and excited though she stepped back just a tad.
"Do you pray to Safrin?" she asked, wondering if the fae chose favorites. It seemed everybody did, but Aisha was still in the process of deciding who she would favor. Safrin held a special spot in her heart, being the first deity she'd met, but she always had room for more.
She giggled when Sen asked what she could want to be more special about her sword, her giggle was cut off though when she found the fae surprisingly eye to eye with her. She faltered only a second with the surprise, then laughed. Weird but ok, she thought before answering, "I want it to have some magic, something to make it stronger," she replied with a shrug, expression still bright and excited though she stepped back just a tad.
or just the
women who straddle em
women who straddle em
