// i'm pedal to the metal make no mistake, this is my pity party, pity party
and i'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke, spiritual revolt from the waist down //
and i'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke, spiritual revolt from the waist down //
“We will.” Kiada assures Maea before she flashes an easy smile toward Charlie, dipping her horned head to allow the shorter woman to take the lead – it is a strange sensation for her, to be the tallest around, but silently and selfishly she relishes in the feeling. With the shovel over her shoulder and the bag in her other hand, she trails after the priestess, soaking up the flame offered.
It’s just as imposing as she remembers it being, nose wrinkling as she sighs a little internally, grateful to have Charlie’s playfulness to combat the residual sensation’s that bloom within her. “Well, I think part of the first floor might have some obsidian.” She says thoughtfully, peering up the staircase from behind Charlie, trying to remember just what portion of the Spire had collapsed with the collision Safrin had with the building. “We can poke around and see what we come up with?” She suggests, flashing a fanged grin to Charlie.
It’s just as imposing as she remembers it being, nose wrinkling as she sighs a little internally, grateful to have Charlie’s playfulness to combat the residual sensation’s that bloom within her. “Well, I think part of the first floor might have some obsidian.” She says thoughtfully, peering up the staircase from behind Charlie, trying to remember just what portion of the Spire had collapsed with the collision Safrin had with the building. “We can poke around and see what we come up with?” She suggests, flashing a fanged grin to Charlie.
i'm just a full tank away from freedom. spitfire
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
