she tells me, mama you look lovely when you take a stand
There was a gracefulness to Osozo's words, but they act different than they did last they'd met. So lively, with hair that shifted from fire to ice. Now it was coal, dark and plenty telling. She could figure why, but not the specificity of it. She'd recieved no word on the fate of the penumbra, as cruel and dark as it were.
She let a slight smirk cross her face at the mention of the murder mystery, and she nodded. Tilting her head curiously, studying the way their hair grew a tint of moss. "Aisha," she confirmed, then endeavored to pry, "Have you heard anything from back home?" There was no reason for them to, but she felt like she had to ask. How odd it was, that it'd taken so little time for her to absently begin recognizing the hollowed grounds as home.
She let a slight smirk cross her face at the mention of the murder mystery, and she nodded. Tilting her head curiously, studying the way their hair grew a tint of moss. "Aisha," she confirmed, then endeavored to pry, "Have you heard anything from back home?" There was no reason for them to, but she felt like she had to ask. How odd it was, that it'd taken so little time for her to absently begin recognizing the hollowed grounds as home.
AISHA
