your battle worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore;
/// that you are ruined ///
/// that you are ruined ///
A shuffling of sound from behind her captures the harpy’s attention rather quickly, shifting to take up a bit less space, her tail curling around her leg to try and keep her as small as possible so that Tal can get a look around her. “Yeah,” she starts to say before Maea’s voice interjects and Kiada’s iceberg gaze drifts back toward the other Ancient.
Shuffling further in so that everyone can stand and figure out what’s happening next, she nods and pulls her hair back out of her face, pausing when the introductions are made and Maea’s name sinks in familiar points of her mind while Tal’s doesn’t – so she focuses for a moment on the courier with a soft smile. “Kiada.” She offers to the group, before looking toward Maea with a small twist of amusement to her smile. “It’s been a long time since we last saw each other, Maea.” She doesn’t know of course that they’d hunted together not that long ago – but the last time she’d seen the pale woman had been when she was still attuned.
Yeaaaaars ago.
But there are tasks to pick and the harpy drifts toward the broom closet, picking out her own broom to start sweeping up in the Archive, hearing Tal’s question as she gets to work. “I do, yeah. Just became the Registrar, actually.” She offers the information easily and without a second thought, sweeping up dust and debris left behind.
Kiada grabs a broom and starts to sweep the Archive!
Shuffling further in so that everyone can stand and figure out what’s happening next, she nods and pulls her hair back out of her face, pausing when the introductions are made and Maea’s name sinks in familiar points of her mind while Tal’s doesn’t – so she focuses for a moment on the courier with a soft smile. “Kiada.” She offers to the group, before looking toward Maea with a small twist of amusement to her smile. “It’s been a long time since we last saw each other, Maea.” She doesn’t know of course that they’d hunted together not that long ago – but the last time she’d seen the pale woman had been when she was still attuned.
Yeaaaaars ago.
But there are tasks to pick and the harpy drifts toward the broom closet, picking out her own broom to start sweeping up in the Archive, hearing Tal’s question as she gets to work. “I do, yeah. Just became the Registrar, actually.” She offers the information easily and without a second thought, sweeping up dust and debris left behind.
Kiada grabs a broom and starts to sweep the Archive!
kiada
and you wonder why he lets you, the butcher ///
touch him, the sun ///
touch him, the sun ///
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
