01-02-2020, 10:03 PM
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NOTHING SWEET 'BOUT MY MISERY -
♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: I assume it was aine that helped bury right?]
Perhaps it was cause of their shared elementals. Or perhaps he held a deeper connection to the little girl. She was one of the last faces she saw when he died and she was the one who had buried him. The dirt she had sent over his body filled his lungs and grave.
So some could say Aine was in a way, a part of Kydobi. He certainly had love for the little girl and only wished to see her blossom. Even now, when he had children of his own he would find a happy escape in her innocence and pure view of the world. Even the darkness of the raid hadn’t snuffed her light and for that he was ever grateful. Because if Aine experienced something too tragic and terrible for her to find even a moment of happiness. Then world would never be as bright.
Since the accidental discovery of his newly acquired powers, he had become a little more sensitive to the earth... at least in an elemental way. His powers were mediocre at best and he lacked true control over them. He had to visualize what he wanted and bring it up from somewhere deep in his soul. But the problem was, Kydobi wasn’t very imaginative.
Or creative.
But he felt a very minor pull in the direction of Aine, very very small. Nothing major. But he would follow, he would see her... quite focused. He saw some minor pebbles and rocks crack and he became delighted.
Her happiness was just what he needed, especially after that Tanglewood affair.
Maybe Aine could help him with his own powers? It seemed childish and foolish but the young girl had more experience with these things than he did.
Although she did seem unhappy, he had seen her first hand do great things in time of need.
“Hi Aine”, he would cheerfully call out.
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♕tags-powers♕
[OOC: I assume it was aine that helped bury right?]
Perhaps it was cause of their shared elementals. Or perhaps he held a deeper connection to the little girl. She was one of the last faces she saw when he died and she was the one who had buried him. The dirt she had sent over his body filled his lungs and grave.
So some could say Aine was in a way, a part of Kydobi. He certainly had love for the little girl and only wished to see her blossom. Even now, when he had children of his own he would find a happy escape in her innocence and pure view of the world. Even the darkness of the raid hadn’t snuffed her light and for that he was ever grateful. Because if Aine experienced something too tragic and terrible for her to find even a moment of happiness. Then world would never be as bright.
Since the accidental discovery of his newly acquired powers, he had become a little more sensitive to the earth... at least in an elemental way. His powers were mediocre at best and he lacked true control over them. He had to visualize what he wanted and bring it up from somewhere deep in his soul. But the problem was, Kydobi wasn’t very imaginative.
Or creative.
But he felt a very minor pull in the direction of Aine, very very small. Nothing major. But he would follow, he would see her... quite focused. He saw some minor pebbles and rocks crack and he became delighted.
Her happiness was just what he needed, especially after that Tanglewood affair.
Maybe Aine could help him with his own powers? It seemed childish and foolish but the young girl had more experience with these things than he did.
Although she did seem unhappy, he had seen her first hand do great things in time of need.
“Hi Aine”, he would cheerfully call out.