I am not a creature that was born
Her wings flare, fire sparking at the tips of her wings that thankfully don’t cast embers down onto the paper in the tinderbox that is the Theocrat’s office as she surges toward the door and to Thalassa that has just slunk off of it. It’s with plenty of familiarity with the shift (her reminiscence of being Attuned once upon a time helping in the flurry of movement) such that when Thal closes the door, the harpy doesn’t just fly right into the door.
There’s the sound of a whoosh and a cry that’s akin to a falcon’s behind the closed door, the sensation that she’s swooped away from it in order to return to her human body with a quiet and dull thud. But by that time the captain is gone and Kiada’s pulling open the door with a snarl on her lips to an otherwise empty hallway.
- FIN
There’s the sound of a whoosh and a cry that’s akin to a falcon’s behind the closed door, the sensation that she’s swooped away from it in order to return to her human body with a quiet and dull thud. But by that time the captain is gone and Kiada’s pulling open the door with a snarl on her lips to an otherwise empty hallway.
- FIN
Kiada
I am a fire that was set
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
