she's coming up for the rising like the dark before dawn
Today the girl took to the skies, a molten amber fox with wings, with a sunkissed mane as it was in all her forms. She'd spent the days since returning staying occupied as possible. The plan had been to return in Flowerbirth and move on, stop deflecting and pull some semblance of sureity and purpose once the hard part was over. Everyone had told her what to be prepared for, but it hadn't saturated enough.
And now she was back to the way it was before, endlessly making busy, finding things to do but never finding her own way. Distractions distractions from the choices to make, sinking into herself and closing off. The flowers bloomed but Aisha stayed inside herself, nothing more than the girl who helps, the girl who trains with her sword, the girl who wanders. She longed for that freedom to make her way, but wasn't it so much easier to keep up your image, to play pretend that you know what your doing?
She swooped down from the dusky skies when she noticed a familiar figure. The hellhound scoured the earth below, they hadn't spoken since she'd returned, they'd seen each other in passing, at Rexanna's funeral. The fox glided down and caught herself on a tree branch just above his head. From upside down, she watched him, "Deimos."
And now she was back to the way it was before, endlessly making busy, finding things to do but never finding her own way. Distractions distractions from the choices to make, sinking into herself and closing off. The flowers bloomed but Aisha stayed inside herself, nothing more than the girl who helps, the girl who trains with her sword, the girl who wanders. She longed for that freedom to make her way, but wasn't it so much easier to keep up your image, to play pretend that you know what your doing?
She swooped down from the dusky skies when she noticed a familiar figure. The hellhound scoured the earth below, they hadn't spoken since she'd returned, they'd seen each other in passing, at Rexanna's funeral. The fox glided down and caught herself on a tree branch just above his head. From upside down, she watched him, "Deimos."
AISHA
