Let's inherit the earth
05-21-2014, 11:46 AM
Kismet would fall silent as she spoke, listening to her story with interest as he trailed at her heels. When she had finished he would be quick to ask questions, the words spilling from his lips with ease. "Why aren't you a prisoner anymore? Couldn't you have left once you were free from that position?" She would think silently for a moment, deciding how exactly to respond to his question. To be brutally honest she had realized how weak Valhalla really was, and had decided to climb the ranks within a powerful empire as opposed to her fragile homelands- but of course she couldn't tell Kismet that. She would need to morph her reasoning a bit, and so she would brainstorm for a few seconds before responding. "Like I said, I had no reason to return. My mother and my father were my home, and I was tossed to the wolves when my mother died, even by my own father. Isardis gave me something to live for, something to fight and strive for, while Valhalla was a constant reminder of what I could not prevent." Tones dripped with acidity as they walked on, her brow furrowing as she glared down the strip of beach. It was a touchy subject to discuss, especially since Liberty had never openly talked about it before. She wasn't used to feeling the ache of grief grip her heart, she had tried to completely toss that emotion from her system a long time ago. "Speech" |