AISHA
first you're my predator then you're my prey
Morgan's question was easy enough to answer. Aisha knew what made her feel fulfilled, what made her happy. It was the culmination of providing and protecting, of maneuvers of the sword and of the mind. She was built for war games. "More sure about this than anything else," she said with a nod and a grin. Cynical but true, following the trail of clashing steel had not lead her astray yet, it was the one thing she was certain of.
Morgan's vision for the citadel was something she could get behind. A safe haven, hospitable in every facet but temperature and even then a familiar thing for those who call it theirs. "I'd like to see that, from what I've seen thus far your work has paid off," the citadel was in all manners a wide and icy fortress; nothing like the sparse ruins that were the grounds, where monsters breathed within the very walls.
Morgan's vision for the citadel was something she could get behind. A safe haven, hospitable in every facet but temperature and even then a familiar thing for those who call it theirs. "I'd like to see that, from what I've seen thus far your work has paid off," the citadel was in all manners a wide and icy fortress; nothing like the sparse ruins that were the grounds, where monsters breathed within the very walls.
give you my love and then take it away
