striking matches to watch 'em burn
Aisha hadn't expected to run in to anyone else down here, she hadn't gone deep enough to discover the shrine that hid in the underground's depths. The voice startled her from her thoughts; she whirled around, slitted eyes narrowed and the tips of her fingernails shifting to claws, the cigarette held between two of them. She scrutinized the other for a moment, unsure of where to place him in her history though she knew he was familiar. It was the creature brimming at the earth's crust that clicked the final piece.
"Amun right, the potter?" she asked, relaxed just a bit. Her claws retracted as she brought the cigarette back to her lips and took another draw.
"Amun right, the potter?" she asked, relaxed just a bit. Her claws retracted as she brought the cigarette back to her lips and took another draw.
i'll light two cigarettes and give you none
AISHA
