AISHA
and now we're breeding a feeling of animosity
As hot headed as Aisha could be, she viewed everything serious strategically. Quick wit and intuition were saved for the heat of a battle, when she could hear the roar of her own blood pumping through her body. For decisions like this, Aisha played her game; the long game of carefully placed pieces and choices, sculpting her future from the pawns to the kings.
He was not pressuring her, only encouraging, Aisha shook her head and took another bite of her jerky, "I make my own decisions general," she reminded with a smirk, the hint of her ambition and calculation in the look she shot him. Then a smile, "Of course I'm certain, I like it here. I want to be a part of this," she gestured to the room around her, its mixture of promised war and welcoming homestead. It just felt right, as opposite from her home as it was, the resemblance to something sweeter was just too good.
He was not pressuring her, only encouraging, Aisha shook her head and took another bite of her jerky, "I make my own decisions general," she reminded with a smirk, the hint of her ambition and calculation in the look she shot him. Then a smile, "Of course I'm certain, I like it here. I want to be a part of this," she gestured to the room around her, its mixture of promised war and welcoming homestead. It just felt right, as opposite from her home as it was, the resemblance to something sweeter was just too good.
fear has the sharpest teeth, it eats and eats and eats
