[Seasonal Event] won't stay quiet

KIADA you kneel and say your prayers with shaking hands and a mouth full of metal but the blood in your mouth tastes nothing There’s something about the way Melita reminisces of her mother that pangs something within her. The fondness, the beauty of it. She shrugs her shoulders as she works to Melita’s question, a smile breaking across her face and it surprises her in its genuineness. She wasn’t very good at planting either, but oh how she’d tried. Suddenly, a small laugh escapes Kiadas lips and it surprises even Auni with its sound. The deer’s tail wags excitedly and Kiada continues to work while she figures out how to word what she wants to say. “I tried to be a healer in my first couple of worlds. I wasn’t very good at it either.” She said after a moment, putting a few seeds into a hole she had made and covering them before she sits back to glance at Melita. “My father was a warrior King of a place called the World’s Edge, and my mother was a Thief for another place called the Aurora Basin. I wanted to be something different. So I chose healing, but after I left that world for another I had found it was easier to continue to fight. I got the wit of my mother and the brawn of my father.” She says, finding comfort in telling someone her story even if she has kept it wrapped up. Melita seems kind and fiery, exactly what Kiada needs to try and pull her out of her dark tunnel of anger and despair. Things were different now, and they would be for the rest of her life. And she has begun to slowly come to terms with it. nothing, like holy wine as it drips from your tongue during confession and your hail mary feels h o l l o w in the face of all that r e d