Swiftcurrent Creek The shade

Oh I love how wack it is. That’s why Kyn’s son, Alduin’s, face claim is Daddy Vader LMAO

Almost uncharacteristically, Kyn wants to shy away. It seems his interest in her culture has tired her out. Or maybe brought back waning memories. Either — or — he makes sure to make a mental note not to continue the unintentional interrogation. Still, he listens, his attention never wavering as she explains. He’s content to leave it there with a nod that says he approves of the answer. 

Though, with his last inquiry, it seems they’re a lot less jovial to answer. Not many come to the Teekons for a vacation. It’s right to assume her landing here was unjust and poor. Her face contorts in a fiery rage for a few moments and for a moment he almost expects her to strike him for it. Wouldn’t be his first time being struck by a woman (and liking it). 

After her short and dry explanation he doesn’t question further, only a nod of acknowledgment is given back before he too shares of his gruesome past. 

“I too had my home taken away. Only they definitely got away with it. Killed everyone except one or two.” He pauses for a moment, smiling in a way that says that the Saint doesn’t find it funny in the slightest. “The worst part is that it was my ex wife that led to it.”