Spots do well in shadows

KIADA

the harpy

Amalia is well known, she’s Safrin’s Shield after all. But her Bakery was where the family of hers kept their livelihood, and when Amalia wasn’t being a guardian of Safrin or a protector, she was still a baker at heart. It’s where she’d taught Kiada a lot of what she knows – having never had the time in her previous worlds to sit down and figure it out. And she’d been the best teacher that a girl could really ask for when it came to something that looked simple, but when in fact it wasn’t at all.

So she’s all ears when her question is aired, finding it hard to express herself the way she wants to. So she shifts in her avian shift, moving to better settle herself along the other beam, wondering if it could support her human weight and deciding to try it anyway. She shifts to her true form, legs dangling on either side with her hands keeping her glued to the rafter. It holds up, and she looks back at him to watch him stretch out again as she flashes him an easy grin.

Cinnamon rolls are good. She comments with a small bit of a chuckle, down the Attuned bond, before she’s considering him curiously, lips pursing a small amount before her lips part in an easy and playful grin. Cupcakes. She offers with a wink, tilting her head a small amount as she lets a chime of laughter leave her.

what a shame we gotta pay for reality