AISHA
and now we're breeding a feeling of animosity
Fight for what she wanted, she would. It was what she wanted that'd troubled her of late. To leave the grounds or to not. To stay where she was comfortable but losing her drive, or explore and find a new place to further her ambitions, to adventure and discover and be the heroine she wants to be. For now and for tonight, she is just the leopard girl, the housemate of the man before her.
"You don't know what my dad looks like," she returned with a chuckle and a smirk, enjoying the dry humor between them. She caught the gourd meat that was tossed to her, and with the fangs of the leopard she bit into it. Surprisingly good for a roasted sentient pumpkin, she took more and more bites after that. Aisha was loud yes, but at the nocturnal hour she was prone to reflection, to silence. She would've happily just eaten with him, letting the fox and the leopard enjoy the quiet they so relished, but Anden seemed to have other matters on his mind, and Aisha was attentive.
Up to the stars, her hazel eyes followed the constellations as they sizzled and burned up above. The stars from her world were different, or so she thought; she didn't often spend time thinking about the stars back then. Her thoughts had always been on more earthly matters, of politics and war and charms and whims. "I just see stars," she replied, "but I'm glad you can draw so much from them."
"What was your home like?"
"You don't know what my dad looks like," she returned with a chuckle and a smirk, enjoying the dry humor between them. She caught the gourd meat that was tossed to her, and with the fangs of the leopard she bit into it. Surprisingly good for a roasted sentient pumpkin, she took more and more bites after that. Aisha was loud yes, but at the nocturnal hour she was prone to reflection, to silence. She would've happily just eaten with him, letting the fox and the leopard enjoy the quiet they so relished, but Anden seemed to have other matters on his mind, and Aisha was attentive.
Up to the stars, her hazel eyes followed the constellations as they sizzled and burned up above. The stars from her world were different, or so she thought; she didn't often spend time thinking about the stars back then. Her thoughts had always been on more earthly matters, of politics and war and charms and whims. "I just see stars," she replied, "but I'm glad you can draw so much from them."
"What was your home like?"
fear has the sharpest teeth, it eats and eats and eats
