kiada
She’d be lying if she didn’t say she loosens a breath that’s been held tight in her chest as she looks down at the ghost, working her jaw for a moment as Deimos steps closer, the protectiveness a welcome sight even if they soon realize just how little they actually need it. The just in case was as important as ever, though, especially as the ghost whispers and searches through the grass and the Harpy’s brows pinches closer.
“What are you looking for?” She asks instead, casting a glance toward Deimos before she approaches a bit closer, trying to look around the closest area for anything of note that might be what the specter is looking for.
stitch me into all your plans
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
