AISHA
Her question met puzzled ears, comprehension was likely too hard when struggling to stand. As the icy eyed woman staggered further Aisha too jolted, attempting to catch her before she fell. However Seren didn't fall, she simply slumped down onto the compacted snow, weary and pained. They'd shoveled enough, Aisha collected the shovels and placed them on the side of the road before crouching next to Seren.
Her mom is Safrin? the thought struck Aisha, confused, surprised, maybe a little recognition. She wanted to ask more, intrigued by the notion, but clearly the starchild was not up to that task. "I can walk with you back to wherever you're staying," she offered, not wanting to push or prod. As the woman began to strip her warm layers, Aisha caught them, slung over the crook in her arm. "Or do you think you need a healer?" she asked. If Seren couldn't reply, Aisha would make the decision instead.
Her mom is Safrin? the thought struck Aisha, confused, surprised, maybe a little recognition. She wanted to ask more, intrigued by the notion, but clearly the starchild was not up to that task. "I can walk with you back to wherever you're staying," she offered, not wanting to push or prod. As the woman began to strip her warm layers, Aisha caught them, slung over the crook in her arm. "Or do you think you need a healer?" she asked. If Seren couldn't reply, Aisha would make the decision instead.
and it's all in the way that you talk
starts with a whisper
starts with a whisper
ends with a shout
