(se) eastbound

AISHA

kiss my skin, she said to her star
we can be the sun

She wasn't disappointed with his answer, perhaps more deterred by it. Anden hadn't been what he was when he'd first come, from what he said now he hadn't asked for it. Solemnity took it's place in her expression, her focus returning to the doll as she dipped her finger in the charcoal. She'd done so much to him, and yet he didn't know her, she wouldn't speak to him.

All the gods were petty, but that just seemed cruel.

"I'm sorry she hasn't spoken to you, I hope she does," she paused, "I'm sure she will, most of the ascended I know say she's really loving and stuff," that was the best compliment she could form for the Voice, but she wanted to give her friend something to work with. He started working on his own doll, which brought a smile back to Aisha's lips.

"So many different deities... it's amazing," Aisha nodded, smearing the charcoal in a circle across the straw head of her doll, "They're definitely different alright. If we're being honest, the most transparent creatures I've met here have been the shrine spirits, the gods are so complicated." She finished off her creation, lifting it to look it over, the little mannequin replica of her mother's dress. It's face was empty, because only her memories could do justice to the beauty of her mother's expression.

breathe your light into my eyes
while i breathe fire into your heart