hands on your knees

Cierzo watched as Raka’s adornments swung gently with her head tilt, quickly flitting her eyes back to the girl’s own as her question was answered. “But… What if they try to hurt you? What if they lie about what they really are?” What if they pretend to be a perfect gentleman only to destroy you utterly. Cierzo did not speak on her own experience, granted she had never been a traveler like Raka. But as protected as she was.. Even she had been brutalized. She worried greatly about the future of this girl, bigger and more confident as she was than gentle Cierzo. “How would you tell if they were cruel? Did your silver-tongued rogue killer really leave you with a kiss, or did she take it?” Cierzo said, concern enveloping her features. Her voice dissolved into a near whisper of fight as she questioned her orange companion. Bright cerulean orbs staring up at the girl, desperate for answers; pleading for strength she could vicariously feed off of.

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