I love the way that your heart breaks
with every injustice and deadly fate.
In a flurry of dulcet words and hooded glances, Nicia greets them all, giving each a small token of her affection. A touch, a nibble. Except Kersey. He is curious about that, though he does not remark on it. He is a man of few words. It would take much more than such a slight to the bay and purple girl to induce him to comment, much less to action.
For him, Nicia has sweetly caring words that neatly disguise a deeper feeling, one he cannot quite pinpoint. He has never been so clever as she at these things.
Her concern should be touching, should stir familial love and belonging inside chest. Instead it chills him. It is too much of a reminder of the terrible nightmare that had plagued him while he had been a guest of the dark god. Of his mother and her sickening concern (he still cannot determine whether it had been real or only a nightmare). He jerks back sharply, large head lifting as nubby ears flatten. The flame surrounds him suddenly with a deceptively soft whooshing noise, protecting him just as it singes anyone who might be foolish enough to still be touching him.
”A god.” The words are said more curtly than he had intended, though they answer her question all the same. ”He found me. Remade me.” He does not elaborate. It does not occur to him that she might want him to. That any of them might wish to know the story of his remaking.
And quite suddenly the limelight is removed from him in a most unexpected fashion. Kult, the quietest of them all, skirts forward to aim a grazing nip at Nicia’s shoulder. Raelynx’s bland gaze moves to him, taking on a hint of mild surprise before a slow smile once again begins to curve his lips.
Raelynx
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