It’s the next day after her venture into the cold to test the limits of the jacket, and since then she had spent most of the rest of the night curled up by the fire (if not partially in it at various points), but it was enough to ensure that she hadn’t turned to stone and she could be a functioning person again. That, and the comfort of the spare bed Deimos and Evie have was quite perfect, given the roaring fire in the fireplace as well. Now, one last little trek into the depths of the cold for a ningo – one that with Deimos’ help would ensure that she doesn’t fall victim to trying to become a statue again. She’s happy and vibrant in the morning when she arrives downstairs, put together and nestled in the coat as if preparing for the adventure, seeking out Deimos or Belial, or even Evie should she be around. k i a d a |
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
