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.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
As the shirt disappeared from Celosia ‘s body, the alchemist could only sigh. He knew nothing of the divine, but he did know about fickle beings, and Frey certainly seemed quite fickle. That he couldn’t provide Cel with any amount of modesty wasn’t surprising, though it was a bit bothersome. Surely Frey had made their point?
Turning to Phoebe, Remi’s heart was weighed down heavily by the look of utter despair and horror writ large on her features. It broke something inside of him and for a moment his hand quivered gently at his side. All he wanted was to take her into his arms and offer whatever physical comfort and protect he could, but still he thought that perhaps that wasn’t something she would be open to.
Still, he wouldn’t just do nothing. “I think whatever that being did ... it had an effect on us all.” Swallowing, Remi ran a hand through his curls, wondering if either woman had listened particularly carefully to what Frey had said of him in relation to the two women. He hoped they hadn’t. “Perhaps now we all know a bit better?” He asked, looking towards Cel, though neither his voice nor his expression held any judgement. Surely the former-elementalist couldn’t have known that this would happen?
Before he could say anything more, Phoebe had fled from the sanctuary. With a weary sigh, Remi wrapped an arm around his now-bare torso and shook his head. Looking towards Cel, he shrugged. ”Can I help you find that roof you’re looking for?” He asked with a ghost of a smile on his lips.
remi
I'll whisper your name into the sky
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.