what will you do when the vultures come for you, run and hide?
He would see her cheeks rise and fill with the smile, her eyes creased, "Finally, I thought I might not be able to do it." Whatever level of involvement Deimos offered, Aisha would accept. And knowing him, he'd do his share. She hoped it might be somewhat of a relaxing venture, not entirely hinged on the increments and statutes of battle and war, but also on exploration and research. Maybe he'd find solace in their communal space, the sharing of knowledge of all kinds.
She watched him with interest as he thought over the bottle, to fill or not to fill. She certainly had a preference, and when he conjured more of the golden drink, she smirked her approval. Of the water horse, it wasn't so kind as she'd thought. "What'd it do?" she asked, swishing a whirlpool in her glass before taking another sip. The effects were beginning to hit, the edge of the city was looking both closer and farther than before.
She watched him with interest as he thought over the bottle, to fill or not to fill. She certainly had a preference, and when he conjured more of the golden drink, she smirked her approval. Of the water horse, it wasn't so kind as she'd thought. "What'd it do?" she asked, swishing a whirlpool in her glass before taking another sip. The effects were beginning to hit, the edge of the city was looking both closer and farther than before.
AISHA
