[RQ] One by one they follow

// 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 //

Following after Charlie up the stairs and finding it surprisingly easy to get along with the other woman, Kiada’s laugh is gentle as she nods her head despite knowing the priestess couldn’t see it. “I was, yeah. It sucked.” To put it bluntly. But there’s a puff of a sigh that slips from her that has a hint of a laugh on the end of it when she continues. “But it was the only way I got to come back from Mort’s halls, so… I took it.” And for that she’d never complain. Not in the slightest, now, when she has time back with her family and a new love in her heart, in the shape of a roguish man in a cottage not that far from here who’d asked her to marry him when he seemed more inclined to have a mental break over the bloodlust.

Either way.

Pushing open the door a bit wider to make it easier to haul the bags once they’re full, Kiada looks around the room briefly before spotting a series of destroyed pieces of obsidian, immediately making her way over toward it. “I’m not sure. A couple bags full will probably do the trick?” She asks, handing a bag off to Charlie before she starts to shovel one of the piles into her own bag – content to do most of the shoveling into both of their bags if the priestess had any further questions about her adjustment to Ancient life.

i'm just a full tank away from freedom. spitfire

KIADA