what will you do when the vultures come for you, run and hide?
Aisha joined Deimos at the peak of the slope, perched on the stone wall with her glass in hand. She let her own legs dangle over the edge as well, leaned forwards with one palm on the cobble beside her, the other reached out with the glass for Deimos to fill. As he did she gazed out at the horizon, beyond where Deimos looked within the citadel's walls and to the white world beyond. So far, all ice and snow, so much that she loved and had become a part of.
"Many different things. What is the extent of their powers and why do they need us to aid them in their wars, that's a big question," she answered with a hint of spite in the huff that accompanied. If the gods were so powerful and all encompassing why did they need mortals like them, why mettle in their lives and send them to war? "I'd like to meet them, the heralds at least, I think experiencing them first hand would be the most helpful."
His next words did strike her, make her think. A choice while it was still an option, early better than later. For at some point, no matter how indifferent or spiteful she felt, one side would claim her and send her to battle. And it might end up being the wrong one. She gave a deep nod, a long hmm, sipping from the glass as she ruminated on the concepts. Losing control was something she dreaded, she'd thought she was keeping it by staying out of it.
But perhaps she was just setting herself up to lose it all.
Still her sentiment would remain, alongside the caution she pondered. Even if she did begin to claim an allegiance, it would never overshadow her loyalty to those she cared about. Those mortal ties would hold strong within, not matter who she prayed to. She loved the way he paused, how her words surprised him and made him smile. They were sincere together, but mischievous all the same, and his own warm reply had her grinning too. She raised her glass to clink with his before downing the rest.
"That's sentimental Deimos, I think relaxing is working out for you," she chided, glass offered back to him so he might fill it with more liquor.
"Many different things. What is the extent of their powers and why do they need us to aid them in their wars, that's a big question," she answered with a hint of spite in the huff that accompanied. If the gods were so powerful and all encompassing why did they need mortals like them, why mettle in their lives and send them to war? "I'd like to meet them, the heralds at least, I think experiencing them first hand would be the most helpful."
His next words did strike her, make her think. A choice while it was still an option, early better than later. For at some point, no matter how indifferent or spiteful she felt, one side would claim her and send her to battle. And it might end up being the wrong one. She gave a deep nod, a long hmm, sipping from the glass as she ruminated on the concepts. Losing control was something she dreaded, she'd thought she was keeping it by staying out of it.
But perhaps she was just setting herself up to lose it all.
Still her sentiment would remain, alongside the caution she pondered. Even if she did begin to claim an allegiance, it would never overshadow her loyalty to those she cared about. Those mortal ties would hold strong within, not matter who she prayed to. She loved the way he paused, how her words surprised him and made him smile. They were sincere together, but mischievous all the same, and his own warm reply had her grinning too. She raised her glass to clink with his before downing the rest.
"That's sentimental Deimos, I think relaxing is working out for you," she chided, glass offered back to him so he might fill it with more liquor.
AISHA
