princess, with lips made of glass
His own reply, the slight wink granted back, does wonders to lighten the mood for her. And she snorts within her breath at it with the quip – halfway between wanting to say ’we’ll see,’ and ’you’ll find out’ before it dies on her tongue and she lets the moment be. Instead, her attention focuses on the mention of training and what she’s more versed in than others – the blades attached to her hip and one in her boot marked with a snowflake to reminisce the Basin and everything it had offered for her, a gift from Deimos not long ago.
So instead, she focuses on the Attuned comment, showing off a small amount but to a welcome face that seems to enjoy it. She can hear the excitement within the tone of his voice as she focuses on his face again, bright glacial eyes meeting his own with a raise of her brows. “A clouded leopard?” She repeats, grin growing a bit wider at the opportunities. “I’m a caracal.” Complete with the tufts on her ears, though she doesn’t comment that bit. He’d find out soon enough, she’s sure. It’s one of her favorites.
Instead, she focuses on his explanation of this homeworld – Oz – and what it had for options. No magic, seemed rather dull and boring, but she nods never the less, wondering what kind of world it might have been like to live in without danger breathing down your neck every few steps, every few weeks away. There’s a deep nod that accompanies it, the understanding. Because if she didn’t have to learn how to fight, what would she be doing? She doesn’t know, it’s never been given an option until now when she’d helped at the bakery with Amalia. Perhaps that, perhaps something else.
She knows she’d be incredibly different than the strong, bright woman that sits before him and sips lightly from the wine, smirk curling around the edge of the glass before she nods to his question. “I’ll certainly have the time if I’m spending a whole season here.” She replies easily, cocking her head a small amount. “I have the caracal shift and a bearded vulture shift.” She informs him, sitting up a small amount in her seat, elbows braced on the elbow as she focuses on him a bit more intensely. “Which would you like to start with first? Weapons or shifts?”
So instead, she focuses on the Attuned comment, showing off a small amount but to a welcome face that seems to enjoy it. She can hear the excitement within the tone of his voice as she focuses on his face again, bright glacial eyes meeting his own with a raise of her brows. “A clouded leopard?” She repeats, grin growing a bit wider at the opportunities. “I’m a caracal.” Complete with the tufts on her ears, though she doesn’t comment that bit. He’d find out soon enough, she’s sure. It’s one of her favorites.
Instead, she focuses on his explanation of this homeworld – Oz – and what it had for options. No magic, seemed rather dull and boring, but she nods never the less, wondering what kind of world it might have been like to live in without danger breathing down your neck every few steps, every few weeks away. There’s a deep nod that accompanies it, the understanding. Because if she didn’t have to learn how to fight, what would she be doing? She doesn’t know, it’s never been given an option until now when she’d helped at the bakery with Amalia. Perhaps that, perhaps something else.
She knows she’d be incredibly different than the strong, bright woman that sits before him and sips lightly from the wine, smirk curling around the edge of the glass before she nods to his question. “I’ll certainly have the time if I’m spending a whole season here.” She replies easily, cocking her head a small amount. “I have the caracal shift and a bearded vulture shift.” She informs him, sitting up a small amount in her seat, elbows braced on the elbow as she focuses on him a bit more intensely. “Which would you like to start with first? Weapons or shifts?”
and a voice cut from steel
features born from thunder and battle
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
