[se] mistakes were made

AISHA

It was sad, there was nothing about the coming conflict that excited or thrilled the warrior. Perhaps if there felt like a good reason for it all, but this felt more like a war of hate than a war for anything else. She was not yet tied to either side beyond her attuned tendencies, that alone had her swinging towards the old gods, and yet she was still reluctant to pledge herself to anything. She pat down the snow on their pile as she replied, "Halo is so far neutral, we've aided both sides for different things and I'd like it to stay that way... I know it won't though," there was a hint of bitterness to her tone.

Aisha did give a soft laugh at Seren's response, "No problem."

The dragons were companions, which made more sense that pets anyway. She'd seen some dragon companions before and they'd all been smaller, as was confirmed by Seren's gesture, yet still she was awestruck by the idea of an entire army equipped with dragon partners. They would not be an underestimated force. "I wonder if they weren't companions if they'd end up like the big ass dragons we have here," she thought out.

The way Seren spoke of her mother had Aisha a bit curious, the woman was faintly childlike in mannerism, and yet mature in many other ways. "How do you know what it will be like? Do they have hatcheries or something?" she asked, moving a bit down the road to shovel a more compacted spot.

and it's all in the way that you talk
starts with a whisper

ends with a shout