AISHA
good lava, we all know you wanna
Aisha snorted at his returned remark, but turned before he could see the smile that pulled her lips. She loved to play these teasing games, especially when both players were equally invested. She waits for him to pass, leading the way onward before setting off after him, falling into step just behind him off his left shoulder. "If you say so shorty," she hummed in response.
They walked for some time before reaching an opening, a massive maw that gargled and spat it's glowing red blood. The lava radiated madly, the heat was more than Aisha had felt in years, ever really. She pulled the silky long sleeved shirt off, maneuvering it underneath the pack then tying it at her waist. She'd need it when she returned to the tundra, but for now it was only a sticky hot burden.
The boy turned to face her, giving a little speech before tripping over a rock. Aisha's expression broke into a toothy grin, quirked a brow as she watched him choose the safer route of walking forwards. "What kind of treasure?" she asked, catching up to now walk by his side, a bit further to walk ahead. Brave was a funny word choice, stupid seemed equally as applicable. But at the same time she liked it, and was prone to trading caution for boldness every now and then. "How do you know all this?"
They met the entrance, where caves split and spun before them. Apparently this was it, Aisha huffed and took a deep breath of the hot and mildly sulfuric air. "I think it smells like shit, but in a fun way," she replied with a playful glance, looking to the side of the cave where some large black chunks of rock were strewn. "Plenty of these guys," she added with her usual level of sassy sarcasm, she slung her pack over her shoulder and began to collect the pieces.
"I'm Aisha by the way," she called over to her companion.
They walked for some time before reaching an opening, a massive maw that gargled and spat it's glowing red blood. The lava radiated madly, the heat was more than Aisha had felt in years, ever really. She pulled the silky long sleeved shirt off, maneuvering it underneath the pack then tying it at her waist. She'd need it when she returned to the tundra, but for now it was only a sticky hot burden.
The boy turned to face her, giving a little speech before tripping over a rock. Aisha's expression broke into a toothy grin, quirked a brow as she watched him choose the safer route of walking forwards. "What kind of treasure?" she asked, catching up to now walk by his side, a bit further to walk ahead. Brave was a funny word choice, stupid seemed equally as applicable. But at the same time she liked it, and was prone to trading caution for boldness every now and then. "How do you know all this?"
They met the entrance, where caves split and spun before them. Apparently this was it, Aisha huffed and took a deep breath of the hot and mildly sulfuric air. "I think it smells like shit, but in a fun way," she replied with a playful glance, looking to the side of the cave where some large black chunks of rock were strewn. "Plenty of these guys," she added with her usual level of sassy sarcasm, she slung her pack over her shoulder and began to collect the pieces.
"I'm Aisha by the way," she called over to her companion.
see this pretty girl flow, good lava
