[Mini Event] your red eye sees no blame

KIADA

i etch my own face
upon my wicked flesh

She hears Amalia capture the group's attention, and she listens as her motherly figure poised Rory and Ronin to lead their group. Her icy gaze wanders toward the men and to those that support the decision, and pride swells in her chest for Amalia. At least, until it comes barreling down all again and they’re back at square one. Wessex doesn’t agree, and brings up important points; and Remi, in his defense also brings up important points. It’s almost going back and forth before Kiada steps forward, Auni‘s ears perking up as she moves. “What is it you’re suggesting?” She asks to Wessex briefly, before her eyes scan the gathering momentarily.

“We need leaders for the resistance, then when overthrown we can put the most qualified on the throne?” She asks with a predatory tilt to her head. “Someone to take the fall while we’re figuring it out so our best players aren’t whisked away in the middle of the night? Not necessarily to lead in the end but someone to handle the fallout during the inbetween so Rory and Ronin remain safe until we can place them?” Because that is what Kiada understands from Wessex’s suggestion. That someone needs to be there to take the fall for the resistance if it doesn’t work, and if it does then they can place someone there? It’s almost a throw away position, but important for protection. She can’t fault the idea of it.

Her head shifts toward Remi (not knowing he’s blind) and looks back to Wessex with a light shrug. “Is that the suggestion?” She calmly asks. She’s not here to fight these people, in fact she thinks the Ascended woman’s reasoning is sound. But she wants to be sure she gets it right.

i am my own devastating god