My Cup of Tea

Kalt regarded Vai’s caution towards him as typical. He had never met the parents of someone he was interested in, mostly because Ashetta had been the only one to hold his eye. In Northwind, the only parent Kalt met was Ashe’s father, but he had basically been a prisoner of the Guild, so it wasn’t like there was much bonding time allowed there.       When Vervain asked how Kalt knew her daughter, a small smile appeared and was accompanied with a light chuckle. ”Uh, not exactly,” he said, raising a brow. ”We go…a little further back. I actually met Ashe when she was five years old.” He shrugged with another small smile. ”We were in the Guild together.”       There were a number of reactions that Kalt was ready for from Vai, but he wasn’t sure which one to expect. Caution? Anger? Intrigue? Better safe than sorry, so he prepared himself for anger.       His jaw feathered slightly, as he allowed his words to settle with Ashe’s mother. ”I’ve known her for almost her whole life, but I was part of the life that she was trying to put behind her.” For Alistair and the rest of her family. They wanted Ashe to be the sweet innocent girl that she looked like, but Kalt had been there for the violence, for the abuse, for the soul-sucking darkness that they had gone through. He was there to protect her as much as he could, but when he couldn’t, he made sure to be there to help put her back together. ”That’s likely why my name was never mentioned.” Kalt I  am flesh and I am bone, i rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold i've got fire in my soul