what will you do when the vultures come for you, run and hide?
Halo was what she had expected, and not at all. The people were mistrustful, but she could sense the bonds between them. The surrounding world was frigid, but the citadel boasted the warmth of firelight. It was not like the grounds, gray because of years of decay and colorful because of years of rebirth. It was solid, old, lived in. Somehow, Halo reminded her of her home. If it were subzero of course, and if she'd come in rather than be born to it's nobility.
Dare say, Aisha liked it.
She left that morning from her temporary lodging to continue her exploration of the city, as well as meet Deimos at the palace's training grounds. She was to help reestablish them, fix them up so that those who sought to follow the soldier's path would have a place to learn and call home. Upon arriving at the would be grounds, Aisha was met by two familiar faces. The general and the potter.
A broad grin lit her face, "Well I didn't think I'd see you here," she announced, walking over to join the men draped in the furs that had become so important within the past day alone. Her sword as always was at her side, and her hair tied up in a fountain of curls by her golden ribbon. She met the others with a friendly hand on their arms, welcoming and familiar.
Dare say, Aisha liked it.
She left that morning from her temporary lodging to continue her exploration of the city, as well as meet Deimos at the palace's training grounds. She was to help reestablish them, fix them up so that those who sought to follow the soldier's path would have a place to learn and call home. Upon arriving at the would be grounds, Aisha was met by two familiar faces. The general and the potter.
A broad grin lit her face, "Well I didn't think I'd see you here," she announced, walking over to join the men draped in the furs that had become so important within the past day alone. Her sword as always was at her side, and her hair tied up in a fountain of curls by her golden ribbon. She met the others with a friendly hand on their arms, welcoming and familiar.
AISHA
