behind the cellar door

His trill of a thank you snaps her out of whatever dark hole she had planted herself in. And she nods to him all the same with a small bright grin of her own as she notices him reaching for the food and beginning to eat. She wanted to laugh at the idea, that the poor man had been hungry for awhile and nobody else had offered, but the more she glanced around the tavern and the outside world, the more she finds that she’s not at all surprised. It didn’t seem to Kiada like they were welcome much, the ones that had magically fallen in. Regardless, she was here and Seiji was here, and quite a few more. His question caught her off guard a bit, and she turned to regard him for a few moments before taking another sip of her drink and reaching for another bite of the food she’d ordered. “No, I’m not a soldier. A mercenary of sorts, I like to think.” She said with a smile sent his direction. But as he spoke of her want to return, her yearning to go back, all she could think of was darkness and terrible large beasts chasing after her. She was reminded of the small child with her, when she had attempted to breach a cave with a hideous beast within, and how she had protected her in that instance. She also thought about Rixen and the slow burning love that had blossomed between them. How it built upon months and months and yet before she could act on it – before she even had a chance to tell him she felt the same way he did, she had been thrust out of the world into another with all of her armor and weapons gone. That was fine, the armor and weapons. These were things she could always get back one day – but Khairi, her companion and the one thing that’d been there through it all, had been lost in the shuffle. She knew she should want to go back to find him, but there was nothing saying that he was still there. For all she knew, he was in another world away, hidden and looking for her. A light frown crossed her face at the thought and she pushed it away as she aimlessly ran a finger along the rim of her glass. “No, I don’t.” She said rather plainly. “Too many bad memories there.” She rolled her shoulders yet again and turned to look back at Seiji. “Too many promises broken, too many words left unsaid.” She added, perhaps a bit poetically with the light lilt of her voice – a deceiving part of the Harpy that chose to bear armor. “Do you?” KiadA and here you come, with a shield for a heart, and a sword for a tongue.

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