not everything is a poem

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

In a way, Kiada had been under the impression that she might have been out here hunting echo sharks for something for Ludo – hence the question – but the answer is one that makes her feel as if she’d made too far of an assumption. Luckily, the fire in her hands does well to distract her as she works to try and dry off, thankful for the water beneath the bone bridge to have washed away the blood.

“If you’re going toward the Inner Quarter, there’s a merchant in a red stall that likes to make echo shark fin soup.” She offers helpfully – hoping that it might keep this bridge of comfortability open – so long as talk of their previous worlds doesn’t get brought up. As for the rest of the question, she flashes Melita a gentle fanged smile as she shrugs a shoulder. “I ate… Most of it. Left the tail fins and the majority of the bones for the bottom feeders.” She’d probably devoured about eighty percent of it, thanks to her bloodlust spurring her on.

KIADA

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