my lucky #3

“He’s really excited to.” Kiada says with a soft little laugh, adjusting the scarf a little around her face as she hovers nearby a torch, still managing to handle the cold well enough for the time being. Her iceberg gaze watches the peryton do his little show, before suddenly the Ningos are already on their way toward them. If she knew what a golden retriever was, she might have asked if he took after them. Luckily, she’s ready, and rather than shift (and likely freeze to death), she comes prepared with throwing knives stowed away, already beginning to slip one out of her sleeve, held in her gloved hands, aiming directly for the middle of the gaggle of ningos headed their way, prepping another in case it misses. k i a d a