AINO
A little out of breath, very warm and decidedly happy over the praise - for all that she didn't do compliments, they were nice to receive - Aino grinned faintly at Deimos. It had been a while since anyone defeated her so soundly, and it was quite refreshing in a way. The sword had been the only thing in her life that she truly excelled at.
"It's on you then," she teased with a wink. "I wish, truly. But it would be difficult. Me mum can't walk, see, and the family business doesn't do so well that I can afford to look away from it. More to feed than her or me, if you understand." A brother and his children, herself, her mother, and never enough hands to go around. But the flash of longing suggested that Aino would take up the offer in a heartbeat, should the burdens on her relatives ease up even a little.
"Wouldn't mind crossing swords again if there's a moment to spare, though," she added, in as unpresuptious a hope as she could manage.
"It's on you then," she teased with a wink. "I wish, truly. But it would be difficult. Me mum can't walk, see, and the family business doesn't do so well that I can afford to look away from it. More to feed than her or me, if you understand." A brother and his children, herself, her mother, and never enough hands to go around. But the flash of longing suggested that Aino would take up the offer in a heartbeat, should the burdens on her relatives ease up even a little.
"Wouldn't mind crossing swords again if there's a moment to spare, though," she added, in as unpresuptious a hope as she could manage.
For the good times that we share,
and the bad times that we'll have
and the bad times that we'll have
