There is a moment, a breath, a heartbeat, where my hand sits out over the small expanse between us, empty, vacant except for the hope it holds, and offers. My hands aren't the smoothest, I was never afraid to do farmwork or physical labour, and working in the veterinary field meant working around animals a lot of the time, but the callouses on her hands tell a different tale - one of a warrior, of sword-fighting and archery, of a life full or more challenges than I could ever dream of.
I had a feeling that my introduction to Caido, hard as its been, is considered easy mode to most others here, after hearing a few stories now. I think I had a lot left to learn about this place.
Emotions wash over me, through me. I feel like a conduit, a thoroughfare of empathy, of feelings and emotions and I get a better understanding of how this has affected her, how it has impacted her - the pain, the sorrow, the terror and anguish, the ache even after all this time that reminds her of what occurred. It is a wonder that such heavy sorrow can exist within one being, but then, perhaps that is why the Attuned bond exists, to share the burden, to promote the empathy it invariably does, to truly communicate the impact with no question, no doubt, no variables on words or stories.
Kia speaks of a quest, a task, bestowed upon her by one of the gods (-or was it a herald? I hadn't quite gotten to memorising that yet-) to retrieve the soul of another, the very essence, and I couldn't help but think of everything that could go wrong with such a venture, that even if successful, even if it was at all possible, what sort of life would be returned to her, and to the lost friend?
"I.. I want to help. In whatever way I can," I begin, hoping I am not coming across as too forward, too keen, too pushy against this woman I have only just met. I give her hand a gentle squeeze, "I just, I can hardly imagine what you've been through." I let a soft smile tug at the corner of my lips again as she agrees with my rather abrupt summation from before - yes, it is pretty shit, and I'm glad she could find that light confirmation in my words.
"You mentioned training - what sort of training do you do?" The question is posed as an attempt to move the topic along, to safer, calmer waters, to allow us both to breathe a bit easier, to knock that bitch nostalgia back into her box and live in the present, at least for another moment.
I had a feeling that my introduction to Caido, hard as its been, is considered easy mode to most others here, after hearing a few stories now. I think I had a lot left to learn about this place.
Emotions wash over me, through me. I feel like a conduit, a thoroughfare of empathy, of feelings and emotions and I get a better understanding of how this has affected her, how it has impacted her - the pain, the sorrow, the terror and anguish, the ache even after all this time that reminds her of what occurred. It is a wonder that such heavy sorrow can exist within one being, but then, perhaps that is why the Attuned bond exists, to share the burden, to promote the empathy it invariably does, to truly communicate the impact with no question, no doubt, no variables on words or stories.
Kia speaks of a quest, a task, bestowed upon her by one of the gods (-or was it a herald? I hadn't quite gotten to memorising that yet-) to retrieve the soul of another, the very essence, and I couldn't help but think of everything that could go wrong with such a venture, that even if successful, even if it was at all possible, what sort of life would be returned to her, and to the lost friend?
"I.. I want to help. In whatever way I can," I begin, hoping I am not coming across as too forward, too keen, too pushy against this woman I have only just met. I give her hand a gentle squeeze, "I just, I can hardly imagine what you've been through." I let a soft smile tug at the corner of my lips again as she agrees with my rather abrupt summation from before - yes, it is pretty shit, and I'm glad she could find that light confirmation in my words.
"You mentioned training - what sort of training do you do?" The question is posed as an attempt to move the topic along, to safer, calmer waters, to allow us both to breathe a bit easier, to knock that bitch nostalgia back into her box and live in the present, at least for another moment.
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