[PQ+] don't matter the weather if we're standing together

your battle worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore;
/// that you are ruined ///

A nod and a smile is offered to Kaisel with a quieter “thanks,” about her scar. It wasn’t often that it was commented on, but Kiada was never one to ignore a compliment even if the reasoning for said scar was less than ideal (and how it had transferred over even to here from the worlds she’d been to before). So, she settles in beside Danta, nodding to Flora and snickering when she hears the task set for the Theocrat and feels the nudge.

“Yeah I’m pretty sure you’ve got that covered.” She drawls, her tail twitching like an amused feline’s, before she’s stepping away to inspect the fastenings that Flora had indicated. “Got it!” She chimes on her way.

Without having the dart! ability, she just has fire magic and the shifts under her skin, so she remains as herself. Going through the boxes, she has the mental count of how many boxes of fastenings they are to have, only to find as she counts them all out that she’s missing one. And honestly? Kiada, with all of the logistics she does on the daily for Danta, trusts her intuition enough to know that one is missing without having to recount it a million times. “We’re missing a box of fastenings!” She calls over toward Flora with her hands on her hips, glancing back at the crates with a frown.

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Kiada goes over and inspects the fastenings crates and lets Flora know they’re missing a box!

kiada

and you wonder why he lets you, the butcher ///
touch him, the sun ///