what will you do when the vultures come for you, run and hide?
The fact that Deimos had to think at all in order to conjure up some semblance of vacation was proof enough to Aisha's claim. The man was overworked, his answer produced a barking laugh from her, "Sick days don't count! I don't count a single day that I was out this past winter from sickness and curse as a break," even though she'd spent at least several days inside rather than enjoying her usual regimen, those days had been the worst of the worst, chilled to the bone, full of sick and burning headaches. There was no relaxation to be found there.
She'd pulled another laugh from the general, her own expression twisting into a smile from the sarcastic pout she'd donned. She did note the hint of sincerity in his statement, but didn't dwell there, for she knew it all along. "Anytime," she replied.
Aisha knew she'd touched at something more serious when Deimos averted his gaze, she watched him mull over the truth to it, what he might share. His thanks was given a nod, but she wasn't sure she deserved appreciation for stating something so simple and true. "People can't just expect so much and give nothing in return," she added, hand reaching down to rest on the pommel of her blade. "So who prompted all this work?" she asked, curious.
She'd pulled another laugh from the general, her own expression twisting into a smile from the sarcastic pout she'd donned. She did note the hint of sincerity in his statement, but didn't dwell there, for she knew it all along. "Anytime," she replied.
Aisha knew she'd touched at something more serious when Deimos averted his gaze, she watched him mull over the truth to it, what he might share. His thanks was given a nod, but she wasn't sure she deserved appreciation for stating something so simple and true. "People can't just expect so much and give nothing in return," she added, hand reaching down to rest on the pommel of her blade. "So who prompted all this work?" she asked, curious.
AISHA
