From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
It doesn't matter where Evie is, what she is doing, what time it happens to be. She will find it regardless, as if it had been there all along.
And what is it, exactly?
A beautifully carved pot, painted in swirling shades of green and gold. Within, dark, rich soil. Sprouting from it, a seedling, delicate and green as any Flowerbirth meadow.
Beneath the pot lays a note, the writing impossibly intricate and yet perfectly legible.
Be a dear, won't you, and look after this for us?
Until the end of Leafchange ought to do.
Plants of all kinds always draw Evie's eye, like shiny particles distract the eyes of corvids, or how a woman consumed with baby fever might keenly notice every newborn in a mile radius. How are these things related? Well, something about the potted plant not only tugs her eyes, but a funny thread in her breastbone. Something that says take, protect, grow.
As her hands come to investigate - gentle, experienced - the edge of the note beneath the pot catches her eye. Reading it, Evie feels her heart drop with the weight of reading Rae's name, exhaling a wheezelike sound that would be otherwise humorous. Yet she still picks up the plant, hands certain and sure as she holds it close to her chest, accepting this monumental responsibility. "At least Deimos is used to my plant collecting," she laughs, and it definitely doesn't come out a little hysterical as she swiftly heads for their house, too paranoid already to put the plant anywhere else than the impressive safety of the Ignatius household.