Post by Kyrie Blaze on Apr 18, 2013 13:45:22 GMT -8
Kiyr was silent. Listening and watching. She didn't respond to the first part, but let Bastille continue on. She would simply say, after, when everything was said and done. In the meantime, she kept what she wanted to say in mind, tugging and adjusting as new information or statements or questions were directed her way. For the most part she was fairly neutral, more focused on taking things in than reacting to them.
When Bastille breached the part of Mathew, specifically 'fucking', and the tail-end, which sounded suspiciously like details were going to be given, a blush worked its way up her neck and cheeks, though she remained still, quiet, and rather unaffected aside from a wide-eyed stare, blink, and the blush. Details would probably cause her to die of embarrassment. It didn't begging to recede until after she was apparently finished speaking of David and dropping hints. The corner of Kiyr's lips pulled back, keeping a straight line, and her gaze remained steady upon Bastille's. She kept an open mind; there were two sides to every story, after all. There was almost reproach in the expression. After all, if one didn't have a frank conversation, then one would never find and figure it out. The other thing a person needed?
Empathy.
And Kiyr knew that, in her own strange way, Bastille had it. Her fellow blonde would not be here, telling her these things, if there was nothing of the sort in any facet of her being.
Kyrie also took time to gauge herself as Bastille finished before she would respond.
"...what makes you believe I follow, fight for, care for, them as Dragons, first..? Dragons, titles--they are all simply symbols. Important, yes, but not anywhere near as what I find beneath that superficial surface layer. I see the people within. How we grow. Family does not just stop with David and Mathew. I have been getting to know the Elders as people, first. The same as anyone else. And it is not just them that mean something to me, not just then that shape me. Even you are doing so, now...have already done so, whether you realize it or not.
"In the end, Bastille, it is important to understand that even though my focus is set upon obtaining a title, it is simply a goal. I am not driven by fame or power or to be renowned as a figurehead. Gained or not, it will not lock me into one facet or another. You are familiar with the saying: 'Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss you will land amongst the stars'? This is similar. I will have grown and will only continue to grow, as it is within my nature to relentlessly push myself, even if I do not claim it. And these are the people that will push me, at times, even more ruthlessly than I push myself... But they do not smother me, which is important. I have to be able to have room to strike out and strive for myself. To be able to make mistakes and learn from them, as not all things can be learned through observation. If they could, they would not stick and remain. There would be no true growth in the first place."
She paused here. Not out of uncertainty but because this was hard to admit. Saying these words to other people reinforced what she already felt.
"I will always remain irrevocably tied to the Dragons. They are, literally, family. For reasons I have and have not explained. It was not a conscious choice on my part, Bastille, but this," She raised her hand and gently tapped her fingers above her heart, proper. "Is what chose. Here I am accepted. Person and warrior. And yet, I still am adjusting to...feeling like I belong somewhere, as part of a family. I have a purpose and stability here, a sort of direction while I figure everything out. And for now, my focus is where it needs to be, but, that does not mean I am ignoring other paths. I can not say if I would vie for a position within the Gods; the thought has not even crossed my mind until now. At this point it would simply be a distraction, though, it does have its merits. As for why strive for a title to begin with...
"It is something for myself. Something I can build upon and shape for my own...something obtained with hard work, sweat, blood, and tears. I can bring things to the table that none of the current Elders have. In fact, I have already been doing so. If I am not the one named in my 'competition' with Rai, there are other paths. Most importantly, however, even over and above the ties I have...anything is obtainable if you have the will and drive to make it happen. Anything. Losing that does not mean my potential stops...I am not so narrow-minded to think that it is the only thing. It never will be. I already have a large part of what I need, everything else will come in time, as I let it in...and I can only shake my head at those that would dare or threaten attempting to take it away. Two already - and one within this past week - have tried to go through me to strike at those I call family... Though the latest was actually after my own head, he made the grave mistake of threatening...of threatening Aryanna and Evelyn's lives. But, point being, I doubt they will be the last. It is not simply for myself that I am striving, Bastille, which makes it all the more important for me."
And the point was she would be strong enough to protect what was dear to her. She was already able to start doing just that. Kyrie didn't want to have to rely on others for something like that. She was, at her core, independent and self-reliant, but the Dragons...she was one of them. Through and through, they were her family.
When Bastille breached the part of Mathew, specifically 'fucking', and the tail-end, which sounded suspiciously like details were going to be given, a blush worked its way up her neck and cheeks, though she remained still, quiet, and rather unaffected aside from a wide-eyed stare, blink, and the blush. Details would probably cause her to die of embarrassment. It didn't begging to recede until after she was apparently finished speaking of David and dropping hints. The corner of Kiyr's lips pulled back, keeping a straight line, and her gaze remained steady upon Bastille's. She kept an open mind; there were two sides to every story, after all. There was almost reproach in the expression. After all, if one didn't have a frank conversation, then one would never find and figure it out. The other thing a person needed?
Empathy.
And Kiyr knew that, in her own strange way, Bastille had it. Her fellow blonde would not be here, telling her these things, if there was nothing of the sort in any facet of her being.
Kyrie also took time to gauge herself as Bastille finished before she would respond.
"...what makes you believe I follow, fight for, care for, them as Dragons, first..? Dragons, titles--they are all simply symbols. Important, yes, but not anywhere near as what I find beneath that superficial surface layer. I see the people within. How we grow. Family does not just stop with David and Mathew. I have been getting to know the Elders as people, first. The same as anyone else. And it is not just them that mean something to me, not just then that shape me. Even you are doing so, now...have already done so, whether you realize it or not.
"In the end, Bastille, it is important to understand that even though my focus is set upon obtaining a title, it is simply a goal. I am not driven by fame or power or to be renowned as a figurehead. Gained or not, it will not lock me into one facet or another. You are familiar with the saying: 'Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss you will land amongst the stars'? This is similar. I will have grown and will only continue to grow, as it is within my nature to relentlessly push myself, even if I do not claim it. And these are the people that will push me, at times, even more ruthlessly than I push myself... But they do not smother me, which is important. I have to be able to have room to strike out and strive for myself. To be able to make mistakes and learn from them, as not all things can be learned through observation. If they could, they would not stick and remain. There would be no true growth in the first place."
She paused here. Not out of uncertainty but because this was hard to admit. Saying these words to other people reinforced what she already felt.
"I will always remain irrevocably tied to the Dragons. They are, literally, family. For reasons I have and have not explained. It was not a conscious choice on my part, Bastille, but this," She raised her hand and gently tapped her fingers above her heart, proper. "Is what chose. Here I am accepted. Person and warrior. And yet, I still am adjusting to...feeling like I belong somewhere, as part of a family. I have a purpose and stability here, a sort of direction while I figure everything out. And for now, my focus is where it needs to be, but, that does not mean I am ignoring other paths. I can not say if I would vie for a position within the Gods; the thought has not even crossed my mind until now. At this point it would simply be a distraction, though, it does have its merits. As for why strive for a title to begin with...
"It is something for myself. Something I can build upon and shape for my own...something obtained with hard work, sweat, blood, and tears. I can bring things to the table that none of the current Elders have. In fact, I have already been doing so. If I am not the one named in my 'competition' with Rai, there are other paths. Most importantly, however, even over and above the ties I have...anything is obtainable if you have the will and drive to make it happen. Anything. Losing that does not mean my potential stops...I am not so narrow-minded to think that it is the only thing. It never will be. I already have a large part of what I need, everything else will come in time, as I let it in...and I can only shake my head at those that would dare or threaten attempting to take it away. Two already - and one within this past week - have tried to go through me to strike at those I call family... Though the latest was actually after my own head, he made the grave mistake of threatening...of threatening Aryanna and Evelyn's lives. But, point being, I doubt they will be the last. It is not simply for myself that I am striving, Bastille, which makes it all the more important for me."
And the point was she would be strong enough to protect what was dear to her. She was already able to start doing just that. Kyrie didn't want to have to rely on others for something like that. She was, at her core, independent and self-reliant, but the Dragons...she was one of them. Through and through, they were her family.
