10-17-2011, 11:40 AM
Ayasha had secretly been preparing for this day; the day that Maska would finally fall. She had no idea when this day would come but hadn’t all her training with J’adore led up to this eventuality? She liked to think so. Yet she disliked war but knew that it was necessary at times. Her part was rather big, for both sides. Maska counted on her skill as a scout to make sure the borders were patrolled and that the numbers of fighters were given. And the other side, she had promised to help them. They might not have known that she was joining their side but she had an inkling that the leadership of Cour des Miracles knew that she was willing to go against Maska. The cut on her face showed that.
Her morning was filled with patrolling the border and keeping an eye out for the pack’s saviors. Oh, Maska might not see it that way, but she had long stopped caring what Maska thought. Now she was standing like a good little girl next to the others that were involved in this fight. She hoped that her mother would stay out of it but knew that she wouldn’t. She nearly snickered as Maska shivering but scowled at their stupid chant. She knew that she should slip away and hopefully show the “invaders” the best route to the village.
She snuck off from the crowd, nearly running into a guardian who accepted her story that she was going into a position to warn them when they got here. Once they left and she was far enough away from the group, she snickered at their gullibility. She stopped near the border so that they could see her. She didn’t want them to think that she was an enemy. That would end badly for her.
Her morning was filled with patrolling the border and keeping an eye out for the pack’s saviors. Oh, Maska might not see it that way, but she had long stopped caring what Maska thought. Now she was standing like a good little girl next to the others that were involved in this fight. She hoped that her mother would stay out of it but knew that she wouldn’t. She nearly snickered as Maska shivering but scowled at their stupid chant. She knew that she should slip away and hopefully show the “invaders” the best route to the village.
She snuck off from the crowd, nearly running into a guardian who accepted her story that she was going into a position to warn them when they got here. Once they left and she was far enough away from the group, she snickered at their gullibility. She stopped near the border so that they could see her. She didn’t want them to think that she was an enemy. That would end badly for her.