AISHA
i lost the plot, or maybe two
Torchline, a topic that had of late continuously made it's at the forefront of her mind. It'd been a nice respite during Longnight, but back then she'd felt guilty for leaving and the trip had been blemished by the grief surrounding it. Torchline hadn't been all she'd hoped, and for a while she hadn't given it much more thought. Now that moving was on her mind, she'd pondered both Torchline and Halo with a lot more seriousness.
Today she'd drifted from the manor and to the spire, down to it's portal and to the tropical climate of Torchline. The swordsman found herself walking along the shore of the ocean for quite some time, passing all the various landmarks but with a different perspective. The ocean was beautiful when the sun was bright, when it didn't reflect the souls of those she couldn't save. The stars that week had brought her nothing but sadness, but the sun today brought her hope.
Up ahead she caught a glimmer of red in the expanse of golden sands and blue tides. She'd known quite a few red heads, but this one was too recognizable in her form and determination. She stood and watched for a moment, admiring her fellow warrior's abilities. The sword in her hand was well wielded, tempting and out of instinct Aisha had pulled her golden silk ribbon from her pocket and begun to tie her curls away.
She made her way towards Melita, a friendly look on her face. "Melita!" she called, offering a light wave. "Wanna go?" she asked, hand moving to rest gently at the shimmering hilt of her sword.
Today she'd drifted from the manor and to the spire, down to it's portal and to the tropical climate of Torchline. The swordsman found herself walking along the shore of the ocean for quite some time, passing all the various landmarks but with a different perspective. The ocean was beautiful when the sun was bright, when it didn't reflect the souls of those she couldn't save. The stars that week had brought her nothing but sadness, but the sun today brought her hope.
Up ahead she caught a glimmer of red in the expanse of golden sands and blue tides. She'd known quite a few red heads, but this one was too recognizable in her form and determination. She stood and watched for a moment, admiring her fellow warrior's abilities. The sword in her hand was well wielded, tempting and out of instinct Aisha had pulled her golden silk ribbon from her pocket and begun to tie her curls away.
She made her way towards Melita, a friendly look on her face. "Melita!" she called, offering a light wave. "Wanna go?" she asked, hand moving to rest gently at the shimmering hilt of her sword.
remind me who the fuck are you?
