AISHA
i lost the plot, or maybe two
Henry didn't move from her touch, instead he leaned slightly in, his breath catching a curl that so confidently had placed it's in his face. Her hair was certainly an extension of her personality; just as wild and untamable. She turned at his words, catching his gaze and narrowing her eyes in response. "Are you?" she repeated, quirking a brow before turning her attention back to Amun and the task ahead.
"Didn't want you to forget," she replied with a playful shrug, a kinetic air to her as she flowed with energy. She was ready to get started, and happy to be among friends. There was then a brief introduction, a sobering speech that reminded her that she was primarily here to aid, not socialize, and she gave a sturdy nod as the potter finished naming tasks. Henry so kindly opted for whatever was left over, Aisha removed her hand from his shoulder and grabbed a pinch at his cheek before he could protest.
"You're too sweet, in that case I'll take the storeroom," Aisha was always a stickler for things being neat, and her organizational inclinations would prove to be useful. She moved past the others, headed inside to the store room where she took stock of what needed to be done. First things first was the obvious trash, the rubble and debris left behind to waste and rot. She started collecting them and placing them in a pile, neatly and at the entrance.
Aisha starts in the store room, separating the good supplies from the rotting and bad ones.
"Didn't want you to forget," she replied with a playful shrug, a kinetic air to her as she flowed with energy. She was ready to get started, and happy to be among friends. There was then a brief introduction, a sobering speech that reminded her that she was primarily here to aid, not socialize, and she gave a sturdy nod as the potter finished naming tasks. Henry so kindly opted for whatever was left over, Aisha removed her hand from his shoulder and grabbed a pinch at his cheek before he could protest.
"You're too sweet, in that case I'll take the storeroom," Aisha was always a stickler for things being neat, and her organizational inclinations would prove to be useful. She moved past the others, headed inside to the store room where she took stock of what needed to be done. First things first was the obvious trash, the rubble and debris left behind to waste and rot. She started collecting them and placing them in a pile, neatly and at the entrance.
Aisha starts in the store room, separating the good supplies from the rotting and bad ones.
remind me who the fuck are you?
