No Hand on the Reins

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. Her back is to him momentarily, as the silence and growing growl of the storm begins to pick up. She listens to it, quiet at first, until Adam’s voice cuts through it and answers her question. When he does, she rolls over onto her back to look upon him when he speaks, offering a wry smile at his mention of “jail stints”, wondering what kind of ones those had been – but as she looks she notices quite a few scars on him too and decides to trust on that instinct. She’s surprised when his words make her smile, a small huff of a laugh slipping from her lips. “I’ve never gotten caught before.” She says with a small shrug, raising her arms to place them behind her head. Her icy gaze slips from him to stare at the stony ceiling of the tunnel they were in when his question slips toward her. “I wish she was my mom.” She says simply, and she means it. Uncertain of where Rexanna is at this point in time – and especially with the idea that this Rexanna wasn’t the same. It was a fact she’d have to face soon but she hopes she can go quite a bit longer before having to face it and the awkwardness. Would her own mother, this reality or another, even remember her? Would it hurt as much as Ru’in’s death did? She frowns slightly as she contemplates it. “I lost someone very close to me on Longnight, she… Comforted me in my darkest time.” She said softly and simply, as though she didn’t want to think of it – his dark stony skin, dual toned gaze, malformed words and speech – what a force they were together. Stone and fire, a melting pot of many wonderous things. But they never got that far – it was an impossible thing, and Kiada had grown quite used to being alone now. It seemed better than the alternative. “I haven’t known her very long, though.” She offers, as if it means much to him. Her head turns again toward the mouth of the cave, her long scar moving with it as well as the ones on her shoulders. She’s a battle hardened woman, and still perhaps a bit sour that she had gotten caught in the first place. but i flicker from time to time.