When Maeva brought up that she had some things to think about, Kirvan burst out laughing. It wasn't out of ridicule or anything, it was just similar to a phrase he heard all too often, though usually the subject was himself. "Glad to see I'm not the only one," he chuckled. "Usually people are telling me that I need to do some thinking, not themselves!" He kept chuckling for another chime, then calmed down enough to give an apologetic shrug, a wide smile still on his face. "Afraid I can't help you with logistics and all that, I don't know much about how things work on land in the cities. As for whether to move or not, only you can decide that."
"I hope so," he replied, grateful that she was completely on board and intended to go through with it. "Wandering around in search of adventure is fun, but it's so much more enjoyable and worth it if there's someone with you, especially if they're as lovely as yourself." The last remark came out absentmindedly, and it was only after the fact that he realized what he said, a blush beginning to spread through his ears. Smooth Kirvan, what a ladykiller, he thought sarcastically to himself. "I'd hate to miss you because you prefer your old life, I'll do everything I can to make you feel as comfortable and at home."
While she summarized her life, many more questions popped into his head. She'd been to two different cities, which was more than he could say for himself. And truth be told, he didn't know why people came to Syliras. He knew of part of the city's reputation as an impenetrable fortress, but that was just the stuff shouted to him by the knights and people wary he might pick up their stuff (which he did occasionally, but it was just out of forgetfulness!). What kind of reputation the city had on the land was completely unknown by the svefra lad, who was now ever more curious. Also, the term bondmate, what did it mean? He intended to ask, though the way she talked about the term it sounded very important.
Her story was so fascinating. He felt dull in comparison.
"Abandonment without warning must be harsh," Kirvan thought aloud, justifying his own intention to run away by bringing it before the Lia first and talking it over. "Especially if it's someone who's loved as much as you seemed to love your bondmate. It sounds like she took you for granted, just someone to know once and then leave to explore somewhere else. I'm sorry." For a moment, he didn't know what to say. It wasn't as traumatic as death separating them, but it was still a scar that should not have been, and he didn't know how to ease the pain. Then he thought of something, and though he didn't know whether it was possible he had to offer.
"I promise that I will never just drop you like that," he swore. "If there were some unbreakable oath, I would take it here and now. You will never wake up to find me gone for good. What a bondmate is and what it means I don't know, but if you want I could be a your one. How would that work?" He still didn't know what he was volunteering for, but he didn't want to repeat the same mistake that her former bondmate did. Once was bad, twice would be too much. |
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