behind the cellar door

“How long ago?” He asked her, though he didn’t seem afraid at her closeness. A part of her found itself proud of him and how so many others had slunk away by just her gaze alone. She thought back to the myriad of others in this tavern that had avoided her at all costs, and that same part of her relished in it. It was a lonely life being like this, but Kiada had learned not to get attached. Everything you love can and will be taken from you. It was better this way. Her head turned to him again as her fingers aimlessly played with her glass. “I’ve been here for a month now I think.” She offered with a shake of her head and roll of her shoulders, the leathers making a quiet sound with the movement. Her icy gaze lingered on his face for a brief moment before she turned back to look at the bartender and the rumble of food that her stomach had begun to protest. Perhaps it was better to put food in there before she became too drunk to fly home. She got the bartenders attention once again in the hopes of ordering food – enough for both her and Seiji should he want some, before returning to her newfound friend with a roguish grin. “I certainly do. Not as much as I used to, but some came with me.” She said finally, laughing quietly at the idea of all her fiery magic long gone. “I can shift into a vulture.” She offers easily, crossing her legs and choosing not to show it off here in the middle of the crowds of the tavern but rather more than likely once they chose to leave. She didn’t think the bartender and patrons would take kindly to the idea of her becoming a bird in the middle of the place, and she had food on the way. Couldn’t get kicked out yet. Turning back to Seiji as she waited for their food, she palmed her glass quietly. “Do you have magic? Or did you?” She questioned with another cock of her head. KiadA and here you come, with a shield for a heart, and a sword for a tongue.

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