behind the cellar door

The Harpy hadn’t been here long, yet so much had happened in those few weeks. Khairi, missing and gone for who knew how long was still a sore piece of her heart. It felt as though part of her soul had been ripped up, the part that scouted from above and protected her. Her companion – someone to share the darkness of her heart with, who understood above all else what it felt like. Someone who had shared her experiences, falling into a river of styx for a stupid, reckless god and emerged damaged and not quite whole again. At least she could breathe easily now. That much had gone right. And she had found Ru’in somehow. Kiada still couldn’t wrap her mind around the possibilities – she had watched him step into the arms of death and disappear in a cloud of tealish blue, the same hue that had seeped from her scarred neck. That had changed too, no longer did it ooze, but it was a gnarly marking along her neck that looked as though she was lucky to be alive. In which, Kiada honestly was lucky. With that luck, she had planned on a drink and she hadn’t ventured out to the bar until now when she felt like she could go for wallowing in her own misery. She stepped into the Rathskeller, glacial eyes locked onto the bar where the drinks were being poured as she ordered one and leaned against the bar, sipping it and glancing around the packed house. Seiji KiadA and here you come, with a shield for a heart, and a sword for a tongue.

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