No Hand on the Reins

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. She doesn’t care if Adam finds her capture amusing. Typically, in the Harpy’s fashion, she’d be livid – but here, in this place and circumstance, she realizes that it’s likely his capture was just as awkward and uneventful. By looking at him, she finds it incredibly unlikely that he had an honorable entrapment. Yet she does break a small half smile at his amusement of her capture, shoulders rolling in a slight shrug as she settles in and lets her icy gaze slip up to meet his tanned face. Her question takes him slightly off guard, and Kiada is surprised by it. He brought it up, yet is surprised to know she had been listening – surprised to know she’s intrigued by the idea of him being married before. But he answers, and she nods in response (wondering just how old he was to begin with) before she, too, looks off into the darkness. Perhaps it couldn’t hurt to tell him about her own misfortune – but before she has a chance to, he speaks of mistakes and she huffs a small sound in agreement. Tucking her hands behind her head, she stares at the rocky ceiling for a brief moment before looking over at him again. “I was almost married.” She offers quietly, uncertain how to begin. “Back in one of my worlds, there was a boy. He teased me relentlessly as a child, but we loved one another. One of the gods back then killed him before my eyes as I was being rushed through to another world.” She pauses, a frown crossing her face briefly as she thinks about it more. “Much to my surprise, he was here somehow. He wanted to ask me to marry him – had come out during Longnight to the Rathskeller. I wasn’t there; I had gone to follow the Luxere to find out why they were leaving. And when I came back, I found the note and a piece of bronze from him.” She pushes out a quiet sigh of frustration – her dark brows furrowing together. “I had to deal with the heartbreak of losing him twice, and…” She pauses, wondering if she should speak her vulnerabilities to him before deciding that it likely didn’t matter much. “I’m afraid to do it again.” but i flicker from time to time.