My Cup of Tea

Kalt couldn’t help the smile and breathy laugh at the bunny comment, but he didn’t verbally acknowledge it. He stopped strumming and placed his guitar on the ground, leaning it standing against the counter. Say what they wanted about his music, but his love for the instrument might have been unparalleled.       He laid one arm over the other on the bar and found the woman’s eyes, paying her enough respect to give her his full attention - especially when it came to Ashe. ”I’m not shocked that she hasn’t said anything about me,” he said calmly. ”She hasn’t said much of anything to most people since... Well, you know...” He trailed off, but he knew that Vervain would be able to put together that he was talking about the end of the relationship with Alistair. That had been when Ashe shut herself away from most everyone.       Kalt took a breath, swirling his drink in the glass gently before speaking again. ”Anyway, I’ve gotten her to talk to me, to open up finally. She’s living - mostly - under my roof with me and my daughter, Theea. Of course she still spends some nights outside, but I’m sure you know you can’t really tell Ashe what to do.” He grinned at the thought of how many times he tried giving Ashe an order back at the Guild, and how many times it failed miserably. ”You’re her mother. I know if my daughter was staying with someone I didn’t know, I would want to know what was going on.” Kalt I  am flesh and I am bone, i rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold i've got fire in my soul