KIADA
you haven't kissed anyone for a while now
Snorting a soft huff of laughter, Kiada rolls her shoulder in agreement. “Yeaaaah,” puffing out her cheeks a little with an echo of her previous laugh. “What I’m hearing is that his elbows can handle it.” She teases again.
Of course, until the crow occurs, and at odds from reacting how the butcher might, the harpy instead is on pure offense, out for blood. She calms in a matter of seconds, tongue clicking as she makes the dawning realization. “Oh! I’ve seen her. I didn’t know if I should let her in or not, sorry.” She admits with an apologetic smile. “I used to have a vulture companion. Wayyyy back.” She hums, shrugging lightly before she lets Danta direct the shopkeep and she drifts away to make her own choice.
She feels the Maverick’s approach and she twists a little to point out the necklace. “I think he’d like it. I just got his ring made, too.” She boasts a little proudly, flashing Danta a bright smile. “But the gemstone in this one reminds me of his eyes.” She murmurs softly, shrugging her shoulders. “Is that.. too much? Should I pick a different color?” It’s perhaps the first time Danta would find the Harpy not certain in her choices, her iceberg gaze pulling away from it to look over at him with her question.
Of course, until the crow occurs, and at odds from reacting how the butcher might, the harpy instead is on pure offense, out for blood. She calms in a matter of seconds, tongue clicking as she makes the dawning realization. “Oh! I’ve seen her. I didn’t know if I should let her in or not, sorry.” She admits with an apologetic smile. “I used to have a vulture companion. Wayyyy back.” She hums, shrugging lightly before she lets Danta direct the shopkeep and she drifts away to make her own choice.
She feels the Maverick’s approach and she twists a little to point out the necklace. “I think he’d like it. I just got his ring made, too.” She boasts a little proudly, flashing Danta a bright smile. “But the gemstone in this one reminds me of his eyes.” She murmurs softly, shrugging her shoulders. “Is that.. too much? Should I pick a different color?” It’s perhaps the first time Danta would find the Harpy not certain in her choices, her iceberg gaze pulling away from it to look over at him with her question.
to you, everything tastes like blood
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
