[seasonal event] Fake smiles and happy never after

“More or less.” Her gaze slips from the worm to Maea as she continues to speak, elaborating on what she usually does this time of year. Kiada nods in response, uncertain of what to say. When Maea had been here in the kitchens, she had been in a different world, in a different life full of rebuilding and spreading hope to the things lost in the black fog of night. Where strange creatures came out in droves. She felt closest to Longnight, she imagines, due to that strange time in her life. But there had been some happiness in it, some distractions aside from he near constant threat of death. She continues to work at the worms, her icy gaze returning to the knife she was working at to be sure she didn’t slice off a finger or something worse. As Maea spoke again, she nods quietly even if the other woman isn’t looking to see it. “Yes.” She begins. “I arrived when Deepfrost started. Didn’t know what to expect, but I stayed in the Rathskeller for most of it.” She offers a bit quietly, avoiding the part of weeping in the Infirmary for some peace and quiet. Avoiding the story of her long lost love dying on the doorstep of the tavern. As she works on the worms, she decides to pick another topic. Turning her head to Maea, she watches the other woman cut up another worm for a few seconds before she considers the question in mind. “What is this festival for?” She asks, turning her eyes back to her own work but peeking now and then to be sure she’s getting it right. KiadA and here you come, with a shield for a heart, and a sword for a tongue.

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