when all the pretty birds have flown, take a chance on me
What drew him to Kiada? It wasn't a question he had anticipated, but there was no denying the wholesome way his face lit up as he pondered over the answer. He let the attention shift from him a moment, however, letting the gift be given, the helm to match the armour set he'd heard of that first day he'd met her. He watched with fascination and abject pleasure as the joy it brought her was plainly apparent, as she tried it on and shifted, taking the time to admire both the craftmanship of the helm and the beauty of her anew. And when her wave of gratitude flowed through, though he knew it wasn't directed for him, he wanted to give his thanks too, to Deimos, for thinking of her safety, for wanting to help her fortify herself, to strengthen herself even further than the strength he already knew she held.
"Everything about her drew me to her," he took a breath, a sip of his wine, a bite of his food. "Her kindness, her humour, her strength, her tenacity, her honesty," once he started, he couldn't seem to stop, thinking of each thing so easily. After Kia had settled back down, he lifted a hand to gently cup her cheek for a moment, open with his affection, unable to restrain his need to be near her, to show the way his heart feels about her. "I only hope to prove myself worthy of her, of you all, time and again." A small shrug, as he returned his hand to its fork, poking at another piece of meat as he heard Amalia's question next.
"I come from a world where there were no gods," he began. "I struggled, and still do sometimes, to accept that there are forces greater than anything I've ever known at work here." He spoke with care, hoping to convey that he had learned much about the gods of this world, but that he knew he still had plenty more to learn. "I think they are a force to be respected," he said seriously, remembering Deimos' advice on the gods as well. Have patience, expect nothing. "You're known as the Shield of Safrin?" he dared to pose a question in return, to enquire, to show interest in the topic that her very namesake embraced. "The herald of Vi - the God of Life?" He wanted to confirm that what he had learned so far was truth, and maybe prove a little bit that he had taken the time to learn what he could about those beings which were so ingrained in the very fabric that made up Caido.
"Everything about her drew me to her," he took a breath, a sip of his wine, a bite of his food. "Her kindness, her humour, her strength, her tenacity, her honesty," once he started, he couldn't seem to stop, thinking of each thing so easily. After Kia had settled back down, he lifted a hand to gently cup her cheek for a moment, open with his affection, unable to restrain his need to be near her, to show the way his heart feels about her. "I only hope to prove myself worthy of her, of you all, time and again." A small shrug, as he returned his hand to its fork, poking at another piece of meat as he heard Amalia's question next.
"I come from a world where there were no gods," he began. "I struggled, and still do sometimes, to accept that there are forces greater than anything I've ever known at work here." He spoke with care, hoping to convey that he had learned much about the gods of this world, but that he knew he still had plenty more to learn. "I think they are a force to be respected," he said seriously, remembering Deimos' advice on the gods as well. Have patience, expect nothing. "You're known as the Shield of Safrin?" he dared to pose a question in return, to enquire, to show interest in the topic that her very namesake embraced. "The herald of Vi - the God of Life?" He wanted to confirm that what he had learned so far was truth, and maybe prove a little bit that he had taken the time to learn what he could about those beings which were so ingrained in the very fabric that made up Caido.
CHULANE
