These beautiful things that we've got

i am made of bullets; shrapnel /// you are solar flares and soft lips
better creatures could love you i know ///

Kiada considers the thoughts that Maea lets out, taking the cup and cradling it easily while the gears work and spin in her head. Perhaps if they designated it a bit more half and half – if Maea was dead set on being someone who was involved with the other regions, perhaps Kiada’s could focus on the Grounds itself.

“Would you prefer to focus on interactions with the other regions?” She asks, gleaning that tidbit of information from the term Ambassador. Something that Kiada had experience with herself, though lately her connection has been strongest with Halo of all places.

She takes a sip while she listens to Maea’s explanation, and when she swallows down and flashes the other Ancient a toothy smile, sharp-edged. “I told him I wanted to help however he needed it.” She shrugs lightly. “So it's been a bit varied as of late. Ultimately, though, my focus has been on the Grounds and answering correspondence when necessary. And taking care of the void creatures that have been collected so far.” And wearing skimpy clothes just to taunt their handsome leader.

kiada

/// but now they'll have to get through me
my love should wear a warning sign, damn right i remember you