It was slowly and gradually that Kaie once more eased herself down, that pause between the words of both that she needed to register herself, accept and respond to. Orvin continued to give a bemused look, even as she sat down - long and hard before he finally return his head to his paws. It was hard, Fallon could see that now, the mind ablaze and worrying. It was a natural reaction, but as alcohol slowly seeped its way in to relax both body and brain, it would ease off. Or worsen, Fallon had yet to decide. Still, she remembered Zandelia's little snippet of words and the muttered answer in response. No, there was nothing to do other than listen to the sound of crackling flames and the heavy words that came with it.
"To breaking chains," Fallon gave a raise of her drink before downing the contents. There was a gasp as the harshness of it burned at her, a cough and a splutter as it burned at her lungs and stomach, "May we not be restrained by them." Still, it was an interesting perspective on the topic in question, the nature of survival and
"Dey-hans?" Fallon tested the word, slowly letting it roll as she tested it before moving on with a shake of the head "A good way to define survival. I see it as a drive, that beating pulse and will to live and fight against what is before you - if not just for yourself, then the family." She gave a flicker of a glance to Zandelia then, gaze softening as she drunk the woman in the firelight. It was gently, with her free hand that she reached over, the smallest nudge of knuckles into her cheek before withdrawing, "Careful, you'll get wrinkles... or break the tumbler." Her gaze gave a glance down to the clenched hand and then at last pulled away to set her attention back to Kaie.
"I may not understand the Myrian way correctly, but would what you did then be an act of survival regardless of the light you bathe it in? But, if one Myrian looks to harm another, is it not allowed to dig your heels in and protect yourself?" she pinched her brow then, her mind trying to understand such a concept, "Everything happens for a reason, a lesson to learn or something we ourselves need to learn and understand. And... they are not my people." Her gaze sharpened then, "My people, my family, are those I choose - the Scars, for example. To me the rest are other humans, or maybe not even humans. Call it a strange perhaps, but that is how I see things. Race, colour, creed, not important. It's who I pick. Because that's the only option I have."
It was as Kaie leaned back in her chair, the gesture flickering between. Her eyes narrow, back straightening as she heard the words drip. Her jaw set for a moment, an attempt to gain a reading on what she was getting at. Her eyes darkened, lips pursing into a line as she let the question repeat in her mind. The gaze slid over to Zandelia, the cogs of the mind going round as she tallied up the words. Could she do it? Draw a blade? Betray her love in a cruel fashion? For what reason? For her own life to be spared only to forever live in the heavy weight of guilt? Self loathing, disgust, something that would only cause her ruin in a life that she would no longer deem worth living.
Fallon spoke slowly, the words directed to Kaie but her gaze not once lifting, "I would sooner gouge out my own eyes and slit open my stomach to offer my organs to Dira, than do such an act," the tone was distinctly firm, "Maybe you would frown at that, scorn it even. But that is the way I am. And I will not budge from it, for I could not live afterwards, not with such... It is just as I would let her cut me down should she have to, and in some cases I hope that would do so should I become... uncontrollable." Her gaze moved away then, eyes looking down into her cup. Empty, the glistening rim catching her attention for the moment, "Perhaps a more cheerful topic will be better."
"To breaking chains," Fallon gave a raise of her drink before downing the contents. There was a gasp as the harshness of it burned at her, a cough and a splutter as it burned at her lungs and stomach, "May we not be restrained by them." Still, it was an interesting perspective on the topic in question, the nature of survival and
"Dey-hans?" Fallon tested the word, slowly letting it roll as she tested it before moving on with a shake of the head "A good way to define survival. I see it as a drive, that beating pulse and will to live and fight against what is before you - if not just for yourself, then the family." She gave a flicker of a glance to Zandelia then, gaze softening as she drunk the woman in the firelight. It was gently, with her free hand that she reached over, the smallest nudge of knuckles into her cheek before withdrawing, "Careful, you'll get wrinkles... or break the tumbler." Her gaze gave a glance down to the clenched hand and then at last pulled away to set her attention back to Kaie.
"I may not understand the Myrian way correctly, but would what you did then be an act of survival regardless of the light you bathe it in? But, if one Myrian looks to harm another, is it not allowed to dig your heels in and protect yourself?" she pinched her brow then, her mind trying to understand such a concept, "Everything happens for a reason, a lesson to learn or something we ourselves need to learn and understand. And... they are not my people." Her gaze sharpened then, "My people, my family, are those I choose - the Scars, for example. To me the rest are other humans, or maybe not even humans. Call it a strange perhaps, but that is how I see things. Race, colour, creed, not important. It's who I pick. Because that's the only option I have."
It was as Kaie leaned back in her chair, the gesture flickering between. Her eyes narrow, back straightening as she heard the words drip. Her jaw set for a moment, an attempt to gain a reading on what she was getting at. Her eyes darkened, lips pursing into a line as she let the question repeat in her mind. The gaze slid over to Zandelia, the cogs of the mind going round as she tallied up the words. Could she do it? Draw a blade? Betray her love in a cruel fashion? For what reason? For her own life to be spared only to forever live in the heavy weight of guilt? Self loathing, disgust, something that would only cause her ruin in a life that she would no longer deem worth living.
Fallon spoke slowly, the words directed to Kaie but her gaze not once lifting, "I would sooner gouge out my own eyes and slit open my stomach to offer my organs to Dira, than do such an act," the tone was distinctly firm, "Maybe you would frown at that, scorn it even. But that is the way I am. And I will not budge from it, for I could not live afterwards, not with such... It is just as I would let her cut me down should she have to, and in some cases I hope that would do so should I become... uncontrollable." Her gaze moved away then, eyes looking down into her cup. Empty, the glistening rim catching her attention for the moment, "Perhaps a more cheerful topic will be better."