From a Not-So-Distant Past || Kynwyl & Vadoma
Taking a direct approach when dealing with people was not Kynwyl’s way, but there were exceptions to every rule. One such exception was a human woman he spotted sitting on a bench not far from where he was walking. She should not have been remarkable to him, but catching a glimpse of her face, he was certain he’d seen her before, and not here in the world of humans.
This warranted a closer look.
Curious, Kynwyl veered off course to stand directly in front of her, and leaned in close to survey the young woman further. Too close, probably, as mortals tended to take their personal space very seriously. Even so, he did not care if he made her uncomfortable. It was more important to not only see her closely, but to also make sure she knew she was being scrutinized.
As suspected, Kynwyl did know her. Or, at least, he’d had some minimal contact with her in the past. The woman was unmistakably the Summer Knight of nearly a century and a half ago. That was... odd. By all accounts, it didn’t make any sense for her to be alive in this day and age. She was no longer the Knight, and she had no apparent magical talent, so there was no conceivable reason why she had not died by now. But strange as it was, Kynwyl did not mind strange. He was simply pleased to be in familiar company.
“Now there is a face I have not seen in many years,” he said, straightening up to his full height as he spoke. To be friendly, he smiled at her, but even with his glamour in place, his teeth were just a tad too sharp, making his smile less inviting than he intended. “Though I do not expect you to remember me. We were never properly introduced. Ah, but that hardly matters. I remember you quite well, as I never forget the face of a Summer Knight.”
Without waiting for any invitation, Kynwyl took a seat next to the woman--Vadoma, he seemed to recall her name was--and fixed his vivid green eyes on her even more intently than before. “I did not come here for you, but since I am here, I should like to voice a concern. The mantle, to my knowledge, passes with death. And I remember news of your death, not to mention I’ve personally met the Knight who came after you. Yet here you are, as alive as they come. If only to satisfy my curiosity, I’d like to hear some explanation. No offense will be taken if you refuse, but I love a good story, and naturally I can offer you something in return.”
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