AISHA
good lava, we all know you wanna
Aisha had expected to find a shield, or a monster hunter perhaps, or some other citizen of Halo bold enough to venture out into the Climb. But instead there came someone entirely different. Someone younger, surprising, adorned in goggles and traveling gear, looking like he'd been living on the run forever. Not a Halovian, she decided, stepping back and pulling her sword just out of it's sheath, revealing the silvery steel beneath.
He's jaunty, jubilant in a way that she isn't used too with Caido's people. Somehow, he reminds her of someone from her old home, maybe she can feel his animal shift in his bond, or maybe it's his locs, his complexion that reminds her of a childhood friend. She let the steel slide back into it's holster, still watching him cautiously but with less antagonism.
He's got a mischievous tone, Aisha looks him up and down with equal interest. "I'm right where I need to be," she replied with her usual confidence, brows furrowed tightly. "Are you?"
He's jaunty, jubilant in a way that she isn't used too with Caido's people. Somehow, he reminds her of someone from her old home, maybe she can feel his animal shift in his bond, or maybe it's his locs, his complexion that reminds her of a childhood friend. She let the steel slide back into it's holster, still watching him cautiously but with less antagonism.
He's got a mischievous tone, Aisha looks him up and down with equal interest. "I'm right where I need to be," she replied with her usual confidence, brows furrowed tightly. "Are you?"
see this pretty girl flow, good lava
