[open] your kiss like broken glass on my skin - anyone, personal quest

[Aislyn]

She does not know why her heart twinges inside of her chest when he mentions trying to save his daughter, but it does.
Maybe because it makes her wonder if her own father would do the same. She does not think that he would.

It makes this entire endeavor seem rather foolish, and barbs of irritation begin to prick at her mind. If there was one thing in the world she hated it was to be made to look like a fool. And what a fool she had to be to wish to be like someone that she isn’t even entirely sure cares.

There is a part of her that knows that is wrong. She knows that neither of her parents are what could be considered conventional, but they still care. But being faced with the stark contrast of someone that is the polar opposite of them – a man that would risk everything, openly – opened the doors to uncertainty.

She was interested now, though, enough that even with her own self doubt reaching like spider webs, she still wants to stay. “No, they are not,” she answers him, the weight of her antlers suddenly feeling heavy at the memory of how they came to be. Her bright-colored eyes linger on the thorns on his brow, but she does not ask about them. Instead, she asks him, “Did you save her?”

Aislyn

she set fire to all the things that held her back
and from the ashes she stepped into who she always was