i am afraid that if i open myself
i will not stop pouring
The answer is received – albeit not well - but she takes the assistance granted, straightening her posture, pulling the bow back so her back nearly bends the opposite way with how straight her posture has become, taking a quick glance down to figure out where her feet are, and readjusting where needed as she watches his arrow fly through the air and thwack against the target though perhaps not in the space Deimos wishes it to be.
She’s onto her third arrow now, unable to shoot it just yet as she listens to the tones of his voice, her jaw clenching slightly as she nods in agreement. But she doesn’t think she gets a choice, after all. It is happening and she is going. There isn’t any choice in the matter, just a simple hello, welcome back from the dead, let’s go kill some LongNight monsters. One of the last things she wants to do.
If she had her choice she’d simply remain here with Chulane and Deimos and never go out and battle again.
She follows the advice given, letting her arrow fly, watches as it reaches an inner circle – the ability to not need to breathe helping immensely in her aim, keeping everything even as could be. “I have the armor and a speed upgrade.” She says, lowering her bow and casting a glance toward Deimos with a small raise of her brow. “And the throwing knives you gave me.” She murmurs softly, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips.
She’s onto her third arrow now, unable to shoot it just yet as she listens to the tones of his voice, her jaw clenching slightly as she nods in agreement. But she doesn’t think she gets a choice, after all. It is happening and she is going. There isn’t any choice in the matter, just a simple hello, welcome back from the dead, let’s go kill some LongNight monsters. One of the last things she wants to do.
If she had her choice she’d simply remain here with Chulane and Deimos and never go out and battle again.
She follows the advice given, letting her arrow fly, watches as it reaches an inner circle – the ability to not need to breathe helping immensely in her aim, keeping everything even as could be. “I have the armor and a speed upgrade.” She says, lowering her bow and casting a glance toward Deimos with a small raise of her brow. “And the throwing knives you gave me.” She murmurs softly, a ghost of a smile crossing her lips.
why do i fear becoming a river?
what mountain gave me such shame?
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
