not everything is a poem

shed every skin that doesn't fit
even if they call you cold-blooded

Kiada’s far past caring about the tension that had bloomed between them years prior. She’s spent time trying to apologize for the things that she’d done, only to come up with nothing but animosity. So now, rather than trying to atone, she simply is, and Melita’s confusion is almost palpable as the harpy leans against the bone bridge to peer out into the water at the target.

Nodding with a faint ghost of a smile on her lips, Kiada glances back toward the red headed woman. “I was before I died.” Before she’d come back as an Ascended and gotten a chance to redo that mistake by becoming Ancient. “I had a quest from them and never went back to see it when I failed.” Her nose wrinkles and she shakes her horned head, tail sweeping low.

KIADA

and when they try to stop your growth?
unhinge your jaw and go for the throat