KILLIAN
The girl seemed a bit confused when Killian used the word wack. Huh. He knew that he’d run pretty far from the capitol, but he was pretty sure wack was a universal term across Regne du Jour. He squinted a little, trying to figure out where the disconnect was, but continued to talk on. By the time he’d finished explaining himself to her, her puzzlement had gone from her face and she seemed to have an answer. His tongue pressed lightly to his upper lip as he looked at her expectantly, watching as she moved into full view. She was quite beautiful, tall and golden haired.
Killian straightened himself out in response to her doing so; he too was tall and lithe, but not delicate. Killian was a much more sun kissed and rugged figure, with a messy charm. The girl gave him a response then, an answer of some kind. But it wasn’t at all what he’d expected, or wanted to hear. His thick brows furrowed as he listened to her, it was his turn to be confused now. What is a Caido, and what did she mean, brought to this world? He didn’t get too worked up yet, her voice was too calm for him to worry.
”Ok... umm...” he said, trying to figure out what to ask first. ”But how do I get back. Not like too the capitol but... like...” he trailed off, figuring not usually at such a loss. This was all hurting his head.
whatever and ever, amen
oh well, maybe not, let’s try again
oh well, maybe not, let’s try again
