AISHA
and now we're breeding a feeling of animosity
Aisha gave a soft hmph to his response, enjoying the playful return of his phrase. She raised her hands in feigned innocence, there would be no cannibalizing tonight on her part. She watched the ascended dip a finger into the gooey remains of the gourd she'd crushed, taking a taste for himself. Aisha had no idea whether or not ascended could taste; how close to real human were they? She tried to pull some semblance of answer from his expression, but there was nothing to be seen. Maybe that was her answer.
The man slid a bag from his shoulder and released it's contents, consisting of wood and kindling and other flammables. Intriguing, Aisha moved to the other side of the ring he formed, sitting herself down criss cross. It didn't take long for her fingers to absently rip at the grass, finding big clumps to throw into the hungry fire and watch curl and wither. Aisha loved fire, loved the heat, loved the look, loved the birth and destruction it was known for.
She glanced up from the enticing flame at his comment, a grin spreading across her face, "What are you my dad?" she replied as a good-natured snarl that crackled over the rising heat.
The man slid a bag from his shoulder and released it's contents, consisting of wood and kindling and other flammables. Intriguing, Aisha moved to the other side of the ring he formed, sitting herself down criss cross. It didn't take long for her fingers to absently rip at the grass, finding big clumps to throw into the hungry fire and watch curl and wither. Aisha loved fire, loved the heat, loved the look, loved the birth and destruction it was known for.
She glanced up from the enticing flame at his comment, a grin spreading across her face, "What are you my dad?" she replied as a good-natured snarl that crackled over the rising heat.
fear has the sharpest teeth, it eats and eats and eats
