behind the cellar door

He finally deigns to respond to one of her poised questions to him, and for that a small half smile quirks the corner of her lips up. Yet even Seiji seemed uncertain whether or not he had magic before arriving here. Her head tilts curiously though she stares at the food as it arrives and keeps from looking at him so he can get it sorted out – if he chose to, that is. Her attention lingers on the food as she grabbed a piece of it and pushed the plate part of the way toward him with a light smirk. “Help yourself. You look like you need it more than I do.” She laughed a bright, chiming laugh as she gestured to his figure. They were the same height, yet where she was filled out with the curves and muscles of her mother and father, Seiji had a swan-like appearance. While he more than likely didn’t need to gain weight, she was certain he’d probably need some help with foraging food. It was the middle of winter, after all, and things were getting scarce. Biting down on the food and swallowing it easily, she contemplated what he said. She rolled her shoulders easily as she reached for another piece and bit off part of it, turning to look at him briefly. “I imagine that’s how it all starts. A forest, a portal, everything’s different.” She pondered thoughtfully, remembering the woods and the portal that Kisamoa had shoved them all through – how he had murdered his way through helovian after helovian until finally they understood and crossed. Then, the second portal, falling into the Rift into a dark and devious world. A flash of pain, and teal oozing from her neck. A barrage of siblings long lost to history scattered about. Huffing a quiet sigh, she pushed the memories down. “Now you find yourself stuck here, like me, trying to make the most out of it.” She finally said, her eyes hiding that once glazed look about them as she focused back on her companion. She took another drink of the alcohol, the burning in her throat reminding her that she was here and not back in the past, where she had friends and a kingdom to help. Here, she had no mission. Here, she was no one. KiadA and here you come, with a shield for a heart, and a sword for a tongue.

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