such expensive mistakes

KIADA i will never understand why you held me As Seiji became interested in the plant that she pulled out of her bag, she offered it to him curiously, should he want to see what it was like. Lowering her head to the ground she placed it there just in case the stallion would want to inspect it further himself. Then, she smiled to him after her explanation despite the sorrow and pain that wanted to crush everything within her, trying to focus on the now (that she was here, in the Rift, alive) and trying to suppress those darkened memories back into the inky abyss of her heart where she could keep them under lock and key. And while she fought this internal battle, she blindly stared at him while he thought. His ears wavering as she forced the feelings to hide behind the wall she carefully crafted, absentmindedly watching his face as he contemplated what to do to offer his own sort of story. But she realized, slowly, and perhaps a bit sadly, that while Seiji could hear her that she couldn’t hear him and something about that bothered her. It wasn’t as though she really cared whether he could speak or not, but something about him seemed to scream to her that he wanted to, but that he simply couldn’t. Her eyes widened slightly as he moved, pulling her thoughts to the present to see what he was planning to do as his lean body shifted. He angled himself toward her in a way where she could view something so stark in contrast to the deep inkiness of his pelt. There, along his back and onto his shoulder, there was a sort of marking that looked like a wing. Her ears flicked forward and she glanced at him with a small smile before inching forward slightly to better view it. It was intricate and curious to Kiada as she investigated the marking, realizing as she came closer that it wasn’t so much a marking as it was a scar, and she was infinitely curious and excited to see such things. All her scars were brutal marring of flesh or scratches from events she couldn’t control. This was different, in the way that it was precise and made to replicate a bigger design that made her want to know what had done it. Then, she watched as he gestured to it and moved to the outside. Her ears flickered in uncertainty, but her heavy large footfalls followed him out toward the edge. “You’re not from here, are you?” She questioned quietly, letting her eyes land on him to see if she was right. He didn’t look like a Riftian, but she hadn’t met enough of them to know what one really looked like. “Are you alone?” She questioned as well, before breathing in tightly and widening her eyes slightly. “Could you talk? Before everything, before this?” Her voice had gone quiet as her gut roiled with horror at the idea that something had removed his ability to speak if he wasn’t mute to begin with, while she gestured to the world around them. He seemed to understand and gesture in ways that appeared to Kiada as though he had spoke before, but she felt like she was reaching out on a limb. And deep down she hoped she wasn’t prying. "Talk." if you were afraid of warmth  — you should have known i was a fire

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@Seiji <3