Golden hands, unmade plans

CAIsiDE He knew? Caiside was fairly certain he didn’t, but the words were said with such confidence that all he could was smile and nod in agreement. He could assume, though that wasn’t quite the same thing it would have to be good enough. ”Feeding? What is being fed?” The mention of an army should have clues him in to the seriousness of the situation, but Caiside had been hoping the pit was merely a punishment for their trespass into the forest. ”Thank you, for keeping me from that fate. I haven’t said that yet, have I?” Despite the worry in his heart for his friends, he was glad to be outside of danger, at least from that specific fate. Hopefully he would be able to do something from outside. The encroachment on his personal space made Caiside want to lean back, away from the hands that held him, but the words bound him fast, his eyes widening in surprise and wonder. ”You know? You can-“ His words were cut off by a kiss, the smell reminding him of home so much his heart ached for an entirely different reason. ”Is there... is there a way I can regain that? Here?” the whole world trying to tame the spark, but I've got fire burning bright.