Medical hand holding is a thing. Temple. Of the Heart....
Daphne's joy as she felt…whatever that feeling was from their kiss was certainly very different to what she normally felt from a first kiss and she did not know exactly what she meant to do about that feeling. She had fun, but this felt like something else and she had no frame of reference to exactly describe or make things make sense.
Her lips parted from Kat and she let her hand go from the woman's cheek, it was soft and warm in her palm and fingers, she wanted to ask but was scared to even describe what her mind was running through trying to make any sense at all.
Then it all went upside down, backwards and turned into a reaction she had no idea and this was entirely different to anything else she had experienced again. Most people were happy and had returned the kiss, or at least grabbed her ass… She was in excellent shape. Daphne looked as Kat left her, excused herself from the situation. Talk about a kill to a woman's confidence or ability to kiss, she had no idea about the reaction or why and very much unsure what to do.
She was a confident guard, but in personal situations she was not as calm and confident as might have been seen.
She flopped down onto the floor next to the pool and dropped the swords with a clatter, followed by dropping her face into her hands and sighing as she looked down at the pool. Looking up after a few minutes she looked at the sky, a large vista of stars and light glittered from the skies. A cool breeze came from the centre of the temple where the building's centre formed a window into the night sky, fully open to the heavens.
Then something came to her in the peace of the movement, she saw part of the glow of the moon that never left them, the eternal night that had cloaked the land in darkness for months on end.
“Seluna, help me…” She said softly as she looked up and admired the stark bright lights against the deep and endless black.
“Did I manage to offend you, or did I hurt Kat, did I do something wrong, because they said never to lie in a Temple.. “ Her brain wandered off to the kiss and her inability to hide her feeling that she wanted to kiss the smaller woman, she did not normally go for those, but something pulled her that way.
“What did I do wrong, she Is cute, interesting and something else entirely. Sir Abel is dead, monsters lurk, and we have Only a small hope that light will return. What else, What else do you want from us, what else do we need to do? How can I protect people from all this and themselves?” Daphne asked, maybe the goddess could change things, hopefully.Daphne had done all of her service in times of the blight, in the darkness and the depths of the end times.
“If I cannot hold it together , how can those I'm meant to serve ? Keep my friends and those risking their lives aafe this day, and the others, the danger does not stop and we alone cannot be lucky every single time. ” Daphne asked into the cold night, even the calm Squire had a limit and a breaking point.
Daphne looked down at her hands, worn, she had small Scars and marks, she had a damaged nail from clipping it against her belt. Her training had been brutal, basic, selection and then under Lord Coswain and Hector, everything had been a hard road but she was here…
She did not move for a little while and just contemplated things, thought and how life had led her here from the Orphanage of Selene in Garrison Town Cadia. She still could recall the rough stone and the small fire that kept them warm on cold nights, when ice snuck though and tried to turn even the drinking water to ice.
One thing never froze. The Holy Pool, it had been a salvation for many, in religion and also always provided a safe place to seek shelter, clean water for travelers in need of those not Inhabited. People kept them clean and left a coin or two in thanks to the lady's grace and kindness.
Daphne rose slowly to her feet as she put the swords away without any real answers and no more idea of what to do than before. She hoped guidance would find her.
Slowly she made a stiff walk having been sat on the cold stones of the Temple, Holy but not comfortable!
Something felt very wrong deep in her feelings, her gut feeling, something was off and she was alive because she never ignored that.
“Kat, Kat…” She said softly as she approached braced to feel the hot and bitter sting of being rejected by someone whom you risked a chance to open yourself to. Guard or not she was still human and still a woman with a sense of pride and self.
She nudged at the door gingerly and it seemed to be almost pitch black in the gap, not just dark…not just grey…pitch utter black.
“Kat, are you OK, please, regardless of if you want to kiss me again? Whatever happens, its my job to keep you safe.” She said trying to project her aura of calm and control like she was taught. Kat, was the name her mind gave the woman, she was Kat, and it felt.. right however forward as it was and an assumption.
Always be calm, if you are calm, the situation could be handled safely, fear was what got you and others hurt or even killed.
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