Sitting in the mud, uncaring of the rain steadily soaking her hair and clothes, Khiara didn't want to feel like this again. Vanator's words only tore at her heart, making her feel even worse. He felt bad, he was sorry. She knew this, and mostly she felt like he deserved to feel like that. But the sincerity in his voice and the sorrow in his words made the vantha feel like the bad guy. Almost doubled over where she sat, the brunette felt the warmth of his body as the golden skinned man tried to shelter her from the rain. It was futile, as the sky rumbled loudly a fresh sheet of water fell from the clouds. The young woman felt cool water trickling down the inside of her drenched cloak and down her chest. She was dirty, wet and miserable. What a state the new wife of Vanator Denusk was.
The drykas spoke of warmth, begged her to come home to Kashik. Had the first wife already forgiven him? Had she caused such a fuss. Khiara felt little. Was she such a child? Then he said he would sleep somewhere else. He would leave.
"No!" The brunette cried in a panicked sob, grabbing for the mans wet shirt and looking up at him with bright golden eyes. The tears had reddened the rims, but dissapeared amidst the raindrops on her face. Crying, Khiara gripped his shirt tightly and shook her head.
"Please, don't leave. I...I don't want you to leave. I...just...I love you and I don't want to go either." She blurted out between sobs, unable to leave and unable to let him go, even if her instinct was to flee. The rain was cold, and even if she was impervious to the sheering icy winds, her body couldn't fight off the lowering of temeperature the water brought. Shivering slightly, Khiara stared at him, gold fading into a dull tone of violet. Her sobbing subsided a little and her hands let him loose.
"I just want to know that I haven't let go of Eliac for...for nothing. He wanted me to let him go, and to be happy again. But...I can't be happy if what I treasured and abstained from for you...means nothing. Is as common as a greeting peck. I can't be the shamed ice-maiden of the village. A joke. I have lost so much...but I never lost my honor. I never kissed another man before Eliac, or after, until you. My heart was never swayed nor my lips. My body has known no other but you. I feel...as though I've betrayed Eliac, and myself...if you can so easily give up what I so closly treasured." Shuddering again, Khiara closed her eyes with a furrowed brow.
"But I can't leave, and I don't want you to go. It's too much, I can't breathe." She was babbling.