they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
There’s a snort that leaves her at the musings of the bard, and she shakes her head to that. “Deimos? Never.” She begins, though a finger rises to tap at her lips in thought. “Loren on the other hand, well… Bit him a couple of times. If he hasn’t fallen for me yet, I suppose I’ve failed at bewitching them with my flame.” She teases, winking back to Jigano before she shakes her head further at his jokes, chimed laughter leaving her in response but unsure of how to respond.
Instead, the conversation drifts to Tembovu. And she gives him a bright smile and a gleaming look to her green gaze as she focuses on him. “Out of all of them, ever man I’ve been with… Bastien’s treated me the best.” She admits, something childish and girl-like crossing her features at that. “Tembovu, Kiada’s father, was too busy ruling his home and sleeping with whomever gave him attention. And it… hurt, after having left my home, my friends, my family behind to go there to be with him, just so the twins could have a father around.” She shakes her head. “I had thought he meant it after he broke into the defenses of the Basin to see them after they were born. I tried to go and tell him I was having his kids, but was pushed away by someone outside of the herd, saying it didn’t matter in the end.” Another small shake of her head.
But when she looks back to Jigano, there’s a small twinkle to her eye. “I… Can’t recall if I ever told you, but I was pregnant when I was imprisoned in Asciend. I gave birth to a stillborn in the prison there. Originally, Cal hadn’t believed it was true when I told him, had thought I was trying to get out of being imprisoned. And when it happened, well. They all took it as an act of war, as though I had purposefully killed the child out of spite.” It hadn’t made sense, she’d never be capable of such a thing. “And I finally told Bastien, after the wedding. He made a lantern for my son.” If that didn’t show care, a deep sense of connection to her emotions, she didn’t know what did.
Instead, the conversation drifts to Tembovu. And she gives him a bright smile and a gleaming look to her green gaze as she focuses on him. “Out of all of them, ever man I’ve been with… Bastien’s treated me the best.” She admits, something childish and girl-like crossing her features at that. “Tembovu, Kiada’s father, was too busy ruling his home and sleeping with whomever gave him attention. And it… hurt, after having left my home, my friends, my family behind to go there to be with him, just so the twins could have a father around.” She shakes her head. “I had thought he meant it after he broke into the defenses of the Basin to see them after they were born. I tried to go and tell him I was having his kids, but was pushed away by someone outside of the herd, saying it didn’t matter in the end.” Another small shake of her head.
But when she looks back to Jigano, there’s a small twinkle to her eye. “I… Can’t recall if I ever told you, but I was pregnant when I was imprisoned in Asciend. I gave birth to a stillborn in the prison there. Originally, Cal hadn’t believed it was true when I told him, had thought I was trying to get out of being imprisoned. And when it happened, well. They all took it as an act of war, as though I had purposefully killed the child out of spite.” It hadn’t made sense, she’d never be capable of such a thing. “And I finally told Bastien, after the wedding. He made a lantern for my son.” If that didn’t show care, a deep sense of connection to her emotions, she didn’t know what did.
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