Pensive or melancholia? Shoveling against the hardwood’s surface, turquoise nails danced alone the darkwood—Short of patience or intolerable, or maybe, spaced and conflicted? Muzzled both the mouth and nose pressed into her forearm most of her face remained concealed, pitched into soft flesh two sets of finely pointed canine teeth bit—Uneasiness and discomfort, distressed by nature and appeared not to be in the mood. Locked within her own mind, circling questions and irresolvable resolutions haunted her as the unshakable truth could never simply slip her, but the lie was always given to live and one couldn’t possibly know what was never told. From the highest point in a dreams’ nightsky like shooting fires to falling stars, a memory of mother, father and herself, the beauitful study of Astronomy and how they found Aioai. Within a bednest of feathers, ashes and dirt, they had found the baby called Aioai and took her into their home, it was rather ironic to circumstance as to how they found her and to their last name, she inherited ‘Nightstray’, Aioai Daiz Nightstray.
‘Fifteen years..’ she thought, almost questioning the years and days, almost questioning the years of her suffering and the core of her never ending shame, blame and pain—Relapping around her fourth winter, the winter night she lost both her mother and father, forced to leave them inside a burning building and than, within the one foot of snow as her icy breathe signed to her belittling health, she heard the painful and heart stabbing song the screams of two beloved ones’ burning alive combined with the horrid smell of flesh turning to ash as three men laughed in cheer. Subconsciously dancing within this sick limbo, she had not moved a single inch nor blinked a single time as she stared beyond the distance of the far—and before her mind could wonder towards latter experiences, within midst of this limbo, she heard something, something that was never apart of this misfortunate experience.. A bump and a few seconds after.. An unfamiliar voice that was close, it was so close like it was right next to her and being not that of a male, but that of a female.
Suddenly, caught within a dark daydream, she blinked as she simultaneously released her light bite against her forearm—Dimmly lit, the small radiant purple within her eyes shined everso slightly with a bit of curiously, no doubt the words of ‘Hello there’ were addressed to the distressed female whom was within her limbo. Upon sitting on straight fully with her arms withdrawing from atop of the bar’s counter, they placed themselves within her lap as Aioai turned her attention swiftly to the female found next to her, sitting within a little wait of the pensive girl—As her eyes laid upon Kanix, she took notice of her appearance, voice and any other details that could be noticed, the last being, Kanix appeared to be blind. Midst between such notice, she turned her attention to one that was accompanying her, Cain, a male in whom didn’t have vary much of her attention, as she did not even look at him for a second before turning her looking back to Kanix. “Did you harm yourself upon locating your seat?” Aioai said, her voice being everso icy and expressionless as very same as she addressed the bartender, but however, she express concern within the choice of her words—Noticing a like error as she address the woman next to her, Aioai was spoken to rather friendly and all she returned was a monotoned voiced concern with no greeting at all. Within Aioai’s mind, it seemed that Kanix no doubt had a struggling getting over here and was kind enough to even speak to Aioai kindly. With this noticed, she found herself parting her rosy pink lips once more not after a few seconds of speaking. “Ah. I misplaced my manners. Hello to you as well.” She added, placing a bit more ‘warmth’ within her tone—Removing that of a rough and cold nature, to that of something a bit more soft and inviting for the conversation, a hope that it’d possibly make her feel a bit matter.