Kaspar walked at a rather fast rate to the Market where Kiah was to await her, "Sorry I'm late..." She took a deep breath of air before looking to him and nodded faintly.

"Perhaps you would like to head to the Estate? I don't really want anyone to overhear this conversation if it is about the afore mentioned. I'd rather the ones I'm living with hear anything of it first."

She waited for Kiah to acquiesce before she glanced down at his daughter, a faint smile curled at her lips. "She's lovely..." She reached out her hand and pushed a strand of hair behind the child's ear. "This must be Mallory Ivyral, right?" She looked up to Kiah as she waited for him to assure her that she hadn't just greeted a niece or something.

"Aye," he spoke in a low tone. "This be me daughter, Rye... Mayhaps we shall be on our way now and nae speak of thee child?"

Kaspar seemed slightly taken aback by that, the way he had referred to his child now seemed so rude. He had spoken so fondly of her before that day, perhaps he didn't want to waste time? That must have been it. She led the way, walking in step with the two for what seemed like a half an hour.

When the two finally approached the gate, she eyed the older man a moment before she pressed her hand to a DNA encoded touch pad. It was taking her a while to get used to all the technical stuff.

"Looks like ye be faring well as far as money goes with the way things be looking for ye... I thought ye did nae have a job or do ye jus' live here and allow others to take care of ye?"

She contemplated on glaring daggers at him and instead smiled brightly, "Let's just say I have a man who knows how to woo a lady properly."

"Ye hurt me, Rye..." He feigned a bullet to the chest by placing a hand over his heart and leaving the other in a resting position on his daughter's shoulder.

She stepped inside the Estate, biting her lip and making her way for the dining room. "I guess we can sit down here... Would you like something to drink?"

Her response was a shake of the head before she removed a chair and seated herself, awaiting for him and his daughter to do the same. She was surprised at how silent the child was, she hadn't said a word the whole time. Her gaze slipped to Kiah and she awaited for him to start this whole conversation he had planned.

She took a deep breath and nodded curtly, moving the child a bit to look at Kiah a bit better so that she could actually see him. "I guess I should start by telling you the same story I heard from my Grandmother so you have a better idea of everything and then I'll continue on my own life story. I hope you like listening to people ramble a lot..."

"Aye, verra well. Ramble away, M'lady," he said with a small dismissive wave of the hand.

"My Father met my Mother back when they were children, she knew nothing of his heritage. Just that he was part Hispanic and part Japanese, he was from a bloodline of Females who practiced what most people call voodoo or witchcraft when in actuality it is an innate talent to use magic at your own will. I haven't tried much of it myself... Anyways, the two fell in love somehow and they were engaged to be wed. My Father told my Mother of his bloodline and everything, she told him that everything was fine. For a long while she was afraid to have children... and then I was born, she made sure she didn't get herself too attached to me at all because I was female."

"Apparently the trait for it is dominant with the females and recessive for those that are male, it is rare to show up in a male unless both parents carried the trait somehow. My Mother waited two years before she had another child when she had another female she was upset... three years later my sister started to show the trait rather profoundly and she killed my sister. Torturing her in any way possible. Her mouth was sewed shut which created a lot of blood flow and such... My sister was completely and utterly dead at the point."

She could feel Kiah's gaze fixated on her, no blinking or anything. It was just there, boring through her like she wasn't even there at the moment. She wondered if it was because he was so intent on finding more out about her background. Or if it was simply because the topic had actually disturbed him. Something getting under his skin almost made her laugh out loud, the thought of it was so inconceivable to her that she had to shake her head and force herself to continue speaking.

"When I was five, right after my sister's death... My Father began to suffer from some kind of heart failure... I didn't know what exactly it was at the time, but apparently it was Heart Cancer. Anyways... My Mother left after a year because I had started speaking with my deceased sister... She would come to my room and hear me talking... Apparently it was the day that I asked her how she died that my Mother actually left, my Grandmother said that's what she had told my Father. She never visited him after that and I was stuck providing his care. Forced to live on the streets and fend for myself while also caring for him.. that's how I pretty much lived my life."

"Rye, I'm surprised ye are nae dead..."

Light laughter tumbled past thin light pink lips as she watched him studiously. "Thanks..."

"I was nae teasing ye... I was being serious... Ye have one screwed up past, do ye nae?"

"I guess so, now is there anything else you want to know or do you want to continue with whatever requests you might have?" She quirked a a dark brow at him, colored pink with some kind of makeup pencil so that it matched the bright color of her hair. She had rambled off so much that she would have never noticed had someone else entered unless Kiah reacted to them. At the time she was completely oblivious to the fact that Mallory was trying to pull the pink strands of hair into her mouth.

Kiah cleared his throat gently, "Mal, tha' is nae fer eatin'"

"Ye sure ye nae defensive?" He prodded her, he was mocking her and it showed with that toothy grin he flashed her.

"I'm positive," she quipped quickly. Almost too quickly... He didn't look convinced and she stammered quite a bit, "I mean... We are just lovers, Micajah. I can ascertain that."

"Jus' lovers, tha' is what ye say now and soon ye are either in bed with another man or having his children... Ye do nae stay with a man for long and simply nae bare any younglings. Ye catch mah drift?"

"I'm not ready for a commitment like that..."

"Ye will be, Rye." It was stated in an all knowing fashion as if he could just tell she was going to bear children in the near future. He knew he had peeved her and didn't seem to show any signs of concern for the matter.

"A lot of people live without having children, Mica. Good lord..."

"Aye, but ye would nae disappoint in making a good mother." An all knowing nod at that. "So... either ye carry the burden of having children with this man ye live with. Or... ye be torn and do nae know for certain if ye could spend the rest of ye life with him. Likewise ye shall have his children or ye jus' love another man... Aye? Prove me wrong, Rye."

"How do you know all of this?" She quirked a brow, amused.

He laughed lightly at that, "Ye learn a lot when ye get old... So ye do nae deny loving another man?" He couldn't help himself, he loved to taunt and tease. "Who be the men in ye life?"

"I have only one, Wolv... Lang is my best friend, but that doesn't count.. We're just friends."

"Aha!" He rose to his feet, shoving an index finger in her face in childish satisfaction. A great role model for that daughter of his, he was... "Ye do have anotha man! Ye looove him, dun ye?"

"Micajah, quit it!" She snapped abruptly, just a moment to soon.