AISHA
vodka on ice
and women on bikes
and women on bikes
Young? "How long do you usually live?" she asked, trying to get a grasp of the scale. Aisha was fully grown at twenty one, she would only fill out in musculature and shrink in old age. Did Sen still have room to grow? How old would she be before her ebony hair was struck with grey?
Everyone she'd met seemed inclined to Safrin, and that certainly spoke to the goddesses benevolence. Though she had no reason to deny any of the others, and was one to experience rather than make preconceived notions. She nodded to Sen's choice, but spoke no further on the subject of gods.
Aisha grinned when her tokens were affirmed, glad to hear that someone else approved of her choices. Hopefully the gods did too, if not then at least she'd had plenty of food for if she got lost on the way home. "Good, I thought they might like it," she said with a pleased smile to herself as she looked down to clasp her bag and swing it back to her back.
The held her ground this time when Sen circled her, not at all wanting to give off an air of unease. It was certainly not a usual interaction, but she wasn't scared. Interested, yes, and unsure, but not scared at all. Her hand found her hip again, her smile broadening as Sen returned her flirtatiousness, "My guide is ever so generous," she replied playfully.
Everyone she'd met seemed inclined to Safrin, and that certainly spoke to the goddesses benevolence. Though she had no reason to deny any of the others, and was one to experience rather than make preconceived notions. She nodded to Sen's choice, but spoke no further on the subject of gods.
Aisha grinned when her tokens were affirmed, glad to hear that someone else approved of her choices. Hopefully the gods did too, if not then at least she'd had plenty of food for if she got lost on the way home. "Good, I thought they might like it," she said with a pleased smile to herself as she looked down to clasp her bag and swing it back to her back.
The held her ground this time when Sen circled her, not at all wanting to give off an air of unease. It was certainly not a usual interaction, but she wasn't scared. Interested, yes, and unsure, but not scared at all. Her hand found her hip again, her smile broadening as Sen returned her flirtatiousness, "My guide is ever so generous," she replied playfully.
or just the
women who straddle em
women who straddle em
