what will you do when the vultures come for you, run and hide?
Her time in the grounds may be short, as she had work to be done back home in Halo, but she would make the most of it. Grateful for her hands calloused by years of training and labor, the work was not too hard. If anything it was the emotions of it all that really got to her, stifling the excitement she'd brought with her into the new season. This too, was a part of the healing, and the moving on.
Today she found herself at Sam's bookstore, or what the sparkbird had left of it. She was early, but not the first to arrive on the scene. Another person milled about, with young features almost reminiscent of Bastien in a way. Though that couldn't be, Bastien's child was a child after all. She moved towards the pair, her hair was tied up to work, her sword at her hip, her smile of greeting was bittersweet. "Hey Sam," she called, walking to the door frame and running her hand along the black wood. Her palm came away painted in soot.
Today she found herself at Sam's bookstore, or what the sparkbird had left of it. She was early, but not the first to arrive on the scene. Another person milled about, with young features almost reminiscent of Bastien in a way. Though that couldn't be, Bastien's child was a child after all. She moved towards the pair, her hair was tied up to work, her sword at her hip, her smile of greeting was bittersweet. "Hey Sam," she called, walking to the door frame and running her hand along the black wood. Her palm came away painted in soot.
AISHA
