no stone unturned

i want to be a mystery, yet be known

i want to be together, yet alone

A quiet laugh is given to him, a roll of her eyes at his confidence in wearing her out. But she can see it, glimmering in those steel blue eyes of his. The way he’d be able to pick at those little shown strings of her being, of who she was to unravel her from the inside out. Part of it scares her, not used to giving into that other side of her, too used to being put together and pretending that everything is okay. It doesn’t feel much different here, but it is. It was. She had the time now to give in if she wanted to.

So she listens, appreciatively, as Harper talks about the circus. “Were you born at the circus?” She asks curiously, recalling that her and her twin had been born beside a riverbank of crimson. No hospitals in sight. But her head lifts up in curiosity at the mention of elephants, a wide grin crossing her face to that. “Elephants?” Do tell more! It makes her think of Ru’in, makes her think of her father – those wrinkled faces with tusks large and sharp and wonderful strength.

She still offers a quiet laugh at the mention that they stopped worrying about him after a few times, once they realized he wasn’t going to accidentally off himself somehow. Some sort of understanding – similar to how Deimos had treated her, part of the reason she loved the General so much.

is it too much to ask to be famous yet unknown?

to be a wanderer, yet have a home?

KIADA