AISHA
"Thank you, I appreciate it," she replied, glancing down at the journal she held to give the cloud mantas one last look. Then she shut it, looked back up to him and passed it on, a smile breaking the thoughtfulness she'd adopted. She nodded as he mentioned his father and grandfather, the lineage of hunters that did not cease with him. She would love to see all they'd seen, even if it were just on a page. Years of the citadel's knowledge bound in leathers and cloth, where Aisha had once only been interested in war games, she had plenty of reading ahead of her.
"What all have you hunted?" she asked, pressing off from her lean against the stone, away from the window and the bees, the infirmary behind them. It was an offer extended, to walk alongside her through the temple, she remembered long ago when she'd met another Halovian here, one who's life had been decimated by the very dragons she now sought to destroy. She wondered where the raven flew now, after she'd followed him through the clouds and lost him to the sky.
"What all have you hunted?" she asked, pressing off from her lean against the stone, away from the window and the bees, the infirmary behind them. It was an offer extended, to walk alongside her through the temple, she remembered long ago when she'd met another Halovian here, one who's life had been decimated by the very dragons she now sought to destroy. She wondered where the raven flew now, after she'd followed him through the clouds and lost him to the sky.
and it's all in the way that you talk
starts with a whisper
starts with a whisper
ends with a shout
