From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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As much as Remi really did want to investigate the Spire some more, he realized that by doing so he'd likely be putting his friends in danger should anything nefarious actually come out to play. And, given the recent autopsy that Isla had just performed, his attention had been caught by the magnetic barrier once more. It was one of the first things he investigated since coming here, but given all that had transpired immediately afterwards he'd somehow lost the thread of interest. Finding it again had actually been a delight; the alchemist needed something meaningful to take his mind off of all that had happened as of late. Studying a strange magnetic anomaly seemed just the thing.
Having brought a blanket and a bit of a picnic for himself, Remi sat just far enough away from the barrier that he couldn't quite feel its effects, but close enough that he could see and hear them. The air seemed to buzz slightly, and there did seem to be a clear sort of aura around the 'bubble'.
With his sketchbook in his lap, the alchemist leaned over the pages sketching furiously with stubs of charcoal that quickly ground away to dust in his fingers. Wiping his hands on his shirt (why did no one ever suggest to him that he should stop wearing white if he was going to continue this habit?), Remi would grab another from his bag and continue. Though the alchemist would never consider himself an artist, his sketches were incredibly good and lifelike. No impressionist was he, instead he tried to recreate the world as faithfully as he could, adding in small markings in a handwriting that no one else would likely be able to read as he went.
