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!
Sunjata flies past her in a comet of color, leaving a coat of envy slick on Persephone's mind. Ah, to be able to take on the shape, the spirit, the <i>soul</i> of nature; she yearns for su...
[say]"Sure,"[/say] Persephone agrees, settling fully onto the blanket. As the river of Alys' reading flows around them Poppy is patient as a stone, letting each word run and dance across her and feeli...
[say]"You always were very talented."[/say] Poppy nods in confirmation of her own declaration, quite confident in the accuracy of her compliment. She sits, rapt, as Alys shuffles the deck with nimble ...
[say]"Hmm, let us see."[/say] Poppy leans forward over the cards, extending a freckled hand. Slowly her fingers drift between the decks, fluttering from one and back to the other as though feeling for...
It is a beautiful day for telling fortunes, and a beautiful day to change them.
Poppy is as poppies do: red and yellow and white and green, growing wild in a field of flowers with pollinators buzzin...
[say]"You're right - it's dry today."[/say] Persephone nods, as though this were a remarkable observation and not the defining characteristic of every desert, everywhere. [say]"Which is part of what's...
[Say]"The desert is wondrous, isn't it?"[/say] Poppy murmurs warmly, wstching a trickle of crystalline sand flow up to her fingers. Like a reverse waterfall the rivulet ascends, rising up in defiance ...
