A.I.S.H.A.
Artificial Integrated Social Human Algorithm
Where are you, my dear?
Where did you go?
Don't you know it's time to come
"Home," Raisha opened her eyes. Her hands gripped her sword over her chest and the hilt glimmered with the yawning sun.
"Ugh," she rolled onto her side and rubbed the back of her neck. The bed wasn't as comfortable as she thought it'd be. Maybe she needed some more liquor in her system before calling it a night, especially if it brought her dreams back again. Her palms were sweaty and when she let go of her blade, she held them out as steady as she could. Raisha watched them for one minute... two... three... they were shaky. She was going to wait as long as she needed to make them steady again. Her ability to fight depended on it. Four minutes. She exhaled.
The birds were chirping. The smell of a warm breakfast filled her room from the kitchen below. Despite that, Raisha glared at the wall hoping perhaps she could burn a hole through it. She didn't even have a hangover but a hangover was better than sleeping sober.
It's alright, sweet heart...
Raisha continued to glare at the wall. Her hand moved towards her belt and from it, she pulled out her flask. She stared at it for a moment and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to drink. Not now. Not before getting back out to the road… but something deep inside her mind was begging her to. Pleading.
It's alright...
Raisha stood up and inhaled sharply. She snapped her flask back onto her belt and grabbed her things. She approached the door and swung it open only to come face to face with a particular nebosi. In that moment, Raisha froze. She stared at her with an indignance like the nebosi had offended her by being right where she was.
"I-," she started to say as the door closed behind her. Raisha sighed. "Morning," she growled and pushed past her.
“Jerky! I want some jerky for the road, innkeeper!” she barked and stomped her way down the stairs.
Fred Colon
Where did you go?
Don't you know it's time to come
Home?
...Home... Sweet..."Home," Raisha opened her eyes. Her hands gripped her sword over her chest and the hilt glimmered with the yawning sun.
"Ugh," she rolled onto her side and rubbed the back of her neck. The bed wasn't as comfortable as she thought it'd be. Maybe she needed some more liquor in her system before calling it a night, especially if it brought her dreams back again. Her palms were sweaty and when she let go of her blade, she held them out as steady as she could. Raisha watched them for one minute... two... three... they were shaky. She was going to wait as long as she needed to make them steady again. Her ability to fight depended on it. Four minutes. She exhaled.
The birds were chirping. The smell of a warm breakfast filled her room from the kitchen below. Despite that, Raisha glared at the wall hoping perhaps she could burn a hole through it. She didn't even have a hangover but a hangover was better than sleeping sober.
It's alright, sweet heart...
Raisha continued to glare at the wall. Her hand moved towards her belt and from it, she pulled out her flask. She stared at it for a moment and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to drink. Not now. Not before getting back out to the road… but something deep inside her mind was begging her to. Pleading.
It's alright...
Raisha stood up and inhaled sharply. She snapped her flask back onto her belt and grabbed her things. She approached the door and swung it open only to come face to face with a particular nebosi. In that moment, Raisha froze. She stared at her with an indignance like the nebosi had offended her by being right where she was.
"I-," she started to say as the door closed behind her. Raisha sighed. "Morning," she growled and pushed past her.
“Jerky! I want some jerky for the road, innkeeper!” she barked and stomped her way down the stairs.
Fred Colon