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Current Date: June 4, 2058
Character: Riverae Kaminari-Myrias
Race: Halfling – Demon / Human – Meta – Water / Demi-God of Fate
Age: 72, physically about 22
Current residence: Atheria City, Eresiel
Am I still as much of a thrill seeker as I was when Taka came back into my life? I don’t know that the answer to that could be yes. Sure, while Cyprian was growing up, both of us mellowed down but, in a way, I think that I almost expected that part of me to come back with a vengeance once he’d gone from the nest. Not that I was ready for him to be gone from the nest, but eventually, he did, and I know that he’s in the best hands ever. Especially now that, somehow, his issues with his memories are fixed.
Not that all the memories that were left behind were brought back to the surface once the curse, as it could have been, was broken because those really were forgotten and not just tucked away. However, I think that they’ve made the best of that and, like the vast majority of us, they cherish every second moment as they happen.
Surfing didn’t really take much of a back-burner spot once the kiddo was born, though. I didn’t go to dangerous places as often as I used to before, but I still went out surfing. I went paddleboarding more often than not, and during those times, I’d take the kiddo with me. From the moment he was old enough to be safe and secure in a high-vis flotation device, I had no qualms about taking him to the water. Some parents might be appalled by my decisions back then, but I think they just taught him things that while he might not remember clearly, he still knows about.
I never had to teach him how to swim, not in the general sense of things. Innately, he knew these things once I’d started taking him with me to the lake. Sure, I taught him basic survival stuff, not that I expected him to remember them but I taught him; I had been ready to teach him those things every single time but a little part of him remembered them; just like he remembered that he had to be careful with warmer foods, or that certain parts of fruits—though we removed those as much as we could—weren’t meant to be eaten. Little things.
Did we make bad decisions while he was growing up? Sure. I think that every single parent out there has made them. They might not willingly admit to it, but I’m pretty damned sure that mistakes were made by every parent here. Was there a time in our lives when there were more of those bad decisions than at any other time? I’m sure that was the case, but I think that this is something we possibly could have realized more as we were reunited all of those years ago than now.
Time really did mellow both of us out but, bad decisions or otherwise, it has never really stopped us from moving ahead and it has never made us question ourselves. Though I know I can’t speak for Taka, I know that all of my bad decisions, my mistakes, and my mishaps, have shaped me into who I am now and I’m fairly certain that I wouldn’t be this way if I hadn’t done all of these things.
I believe in not regretting past actions; no matter that some of these actions—my constant trying to get eaten by a shark while separated from Taka—turned out to be stupidly moot. This desperation stayed with me long after we were brought back together, and it made it loud and clear to me that we really were meant to spend the rest of all eternity together. I was his, he was mine, and we were two halves—somewhat broken ones—of the same part.
We’re better together; corny as it sounds and I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks that way about my partner. He completes me and there are days when I can’t find the words for certain things that seem as though they’d be stupidly easy to find the names for and he’s there for me with that information, just as I am with him. I trust in his decision as he does in mine and if I mention I want to try to new adrenaline-pumping activity, he might give me a quiet look for just a moment, but he won’t deny me my experience.
That, in itself, is as perfect as I think our relationship will ever be. I don’t get these urges for adrenaline much anymore. I think I’ve got the biggest part of that out of my system when I was too busy dealing with all of those shitty decisions I’d made. It comes now and again, but it’s more of a thing about how I want to try something at least once and then I leave it be.
I no longer needlessly put my life in danger for the thrills of it, no thank you.