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Post by Amon'i Generation on Sept 27, 2021 17:47:52 GMT
"I am nothing without my faith," she said simply, "Just as you are nothing without your free spirit. When two worlds collide, you embrace them, and learn. Everyone has something to offer, whether they realize it or not."
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Post by Kisaiya on Sept 27, 2021 18:10:58 GMT
How could she possibly respond to that? She pressed her lips together, her mind spinning. Amon'i wasn't wrong, even if she was still, in many ways, the enemy.
She thought about asking her what her story was, but she realized... she wasn't sure if she was ready to know. She spent so long keeping all three of them at arm's length, and she wasn't ready to let that wall drop.
She said something softly in her mother tongue, before clicking her tongue slightly.
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Post by Amon'i Generation on Sept 27, 2021 19:40:56 GMT
As silence filled the air again, the Knight drew her sword, her beloved heirloom, and laid it across her lap. The blade seemed to glisten in the light, as if it were a ray of sunshine itself. She stared at it, expressionless.
"The Church wishes to corrupt your thoughts, to change you, and alter your soul. However, we are not the Church. We accept you for who you are, and for who you want to be. You do not have to accept us now, or even ever, but... Despite our differences, we are a family."
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Post by Kisaiya on Nov 10, 2021 19:51:39 GMT
Keza meshed her teeth together. It was strange to hear her own thoughts echoed from a woman she fully believed to be a zealot... She looked away, unwilling to even glance at her, as if it might destroy some image of a wicked villain she had created in her own mind.
Her family? Her family was the stories, the legends her people had told her... the places she had visited. Her family was not these people with their strange ideologies. She wanted to speak up, to say exactly what she thought... but she found herself speechless. Strange.
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Post by Amon'i Generation on Jan 17, 2022 23:02:58 GMT
Her fingers danced along the blade, her gaze following the rhythmic motion intently. They might as well have been lost in different worlds, separate from whence they came, like it had always been. Amon'i knew, deep down, that this girl would only further isolate herself as they walked their destined path, and eventually, those paths would split. It was an inevitability that she often anticipated. Perhaps that was their true fate? To carry burdens that would only turn them against each other in the end?
She shook her head softly. Only time would tell.
In her head, each pair played an important role. Zadkiel and Dymtre seemed to get along well. They flowed harmonically, in her eyes representing blind optimism; the balance they were meant to restore. Then, there was her, and this girl. She glanced at the rebellious nomad briefly. In her eyes, they represented conflict, suffering, which would eventually lead to destruction if left unresolved for too long. She truly was the deciding factor here. Whether the others realized it or not, she was their leader, their guidance, and in a way, their fate.
She exhaled sharply, returning her gaze to her blade. There was much to consider.
"Your happiness is important to me," she said suddenly, almost completely out of character. "I do not want you to view this as a burden, because if you do, then you will never truly live. You do not need my permission to live as you always have, however, all I ask of you is this: When I offer advice, take it. If you seek guidance, seek me. That is why I am here. I am your mentor. I am your protector. Nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand?"
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Post by Kisaiya on Jan 18, 2022 23:19:37 GMT
"So which are you?"
After a few heartbeats of silence, Kisaiya finally spoke, and in her voice was something Amon'i surely would have never heard from the tiny girl: confidence, non-hostile challenge, and genuine curiosity.
"Are you family... or are you my mentor?"
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Post by Amon'i Generation on Jan 19, 2022 5:14:42 GMT
The knight glanced at the girl, the once rhythmic motion of her fingers now meeting an end. Her dull stare was sharp as it always was.
"Collectively, we are a family. Singularly, I am your mentor. Things will be disjointed as such until you learn to accept things as they are. In time, you will learn."
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Post by Kisaiya on Jan 21, 2022 3:25:48 GMT
"You can't be one thing as part of a unit and another singularly. The relationships you form with people flow, like water. If you see yourself as my mentor, then you will never be my family."
With that, Kisaiya stood up, rather suddenly. She gathered her feet beneath herself in silence, a slow and deliberate motion, but she shot up. It was a suddenness that would startle most people, but by the look in Kisaiya's eyes... that was not her thought, not her intention. There was a numbness about her, different than her usual, intentional disinterest, that far belied the tension in her stance and the fire in her gaze.
Her eyes, usually a soft sort of pink, light despite the red coloring, had darkened. They almost seemed to glow, though whether that was the sun reflecting off their ember surfaces or an actual act of magic was up for debate. She stared at Amon'i for a long moment before giving a very slight shake of her head.
She would continue to learn, this she could agree to... agree with, even. To recognize this woman as her mentor, specifically, would be easy enough... but to somehow juxtapose mentor and family? That was far beyond her.
Family was sacred in the Romani culture, even more tightly knit than the Caravan with whom each family traveled. Yes, Caravan meant the world to the Travelers, but at the end of the day... Family was everything. And Kisaiya could openly admit to longing desperately for the safety, the security, and the confidence that both Caravan and Family inspired. But she would not accept some disconnected, disjointed mockery in place of what Family truly meant. She would rather wait.
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