what will you do when the vultures come for you, run and hide?
The leopard and the fox savored the joyous honey tendrils that slipped through the attuned bond, sharing in Deimos's gratitude and contentment. They shared their joy as well, passing on that light and glow that Aisha so often tried to be; this feeling was genuine and happy, and in this moment only for and because of Deimos.
Aisha's voice had broken with bits of a low snicker as she spoke, amused at herself as well as the way Deimos reacted. No matter the circumstances, witty snide remarks would always prevail, and Aisha stood by that. Regarding her opinion of Wessex and the changes in the grounds, well she hadn't personally met the Wraith, most of her disdain came from her devotion to the Voice. As well as the tensions that rose between their new ascended wardens and those of the greatwood. A spirit of the Mathair had once told her that the greatwood was in danger, that she should protect it. Nothing about it really felt right anymore.
"No kidding," she gave to his response, glancing away for just a moment to look out at the surrounding fields. The offer to join him in Halo was considered, and would continue to be in future days. She gave a simple response now, "You know people keep telling me that?", there was one thing in particular that put her off, "but I don't like the cold." She couldn't resist adding a wink; it'd been so long since she'd seen him, it felt almost like things were like they used to be.
They were not of course, and that thought brought a question to mind. "So what business does the general of Halo have in the grounds?"
Aisha's voice had broken with bits of a low snicker as she spoke, amused at herself as well as the way Deimos reacted. No matter the circumstances, witty snide remarks would always prevail, and Aisha stood by that. Regarding her opinion of Wessex and the changes in the grounds, well she hadn't personally met the Wraith, most of her disdain came from her devotion to the Voice. As well as the tensions that rose between their new ascended wardens and those of the greatwood. A spirit of the Mathair had once told her that the greatwood was in danger, that she should protect it. Nothing about it really felt right anymore.
"No kidding," she gave to his response, glancing away for just a moment to look out at the surrounding fields. The offer to join him in Halo was considered, and would continue to be in future days. She gave a simple response now, "You know people keep telling me that?", there was one thing in particular that put her off, "but I don't like the cold." She couldn't resist adding a wink; it'd been so long since she'd seen him, it felt almost like things were like they used to be.
They were not of course, and that thought brought a question to mind. "So what business does the general of Halo have in the grounds?"
AISHA
