KIADA
The Harpy, by no means, drinks often if at all. It’s no surprise, really, that the liquid hits her so hard so fast, especially the way she can feel her stomach rumble as she eyes the breads briefly. Her gaze lifts to Amalia as she speaks, and Kiada can’t help but keep the grin on her face. “Right?” She says as though it’s in disbelief too, as though she’d needed to be pinched to realize it were real life. But when Amalia begins to fuss over Deimos, and Deimos shoots her that glare of daggers, she sits back in her chair a bit and raises the glass to him before chuckling quietly to herself.
She listens to Deimos’ tale, as though he blames her for not returning to find Amalia when her chuckles die and she frowns simply. “I probably would’ve fought you to stay, to be honest.” She shrugs, glancing to Jigano and Amalia apologetically. “I love you guys, but he was in rough shape to go back, and –” she pauses abruptly, looking to Deimos with that similar stare he had given her. “– who knows if you would’ve even gone back in time? What if no one was there?” She replies, before her eyes flit away from Deimos toward the bottle to pour herself another drink, because why not? She’s feeling pretty good right now.
When Deimos asks Amalia if she wants to see it, Kiada’s gaze flickers toward Jigano as he stands and offers an arm before she leans forward a bit. “Can’t she just come in? Auni comes in all the time and Isla goes into the infirmary of all things?” She drawls, huffing to herself slightly before she takes a deep sip from her glass and stands slowly. “Oh, side note about that, Auni would love to meet her. He wanted to hang out with Isla but, you know, since he kind of accidentally killed her he always just feels bad when he sees her.” She rolls her shoulders again in a slight shrug before looking to Jigano with a bright grin, as though she news of what she’d said about her own Luxere was common knowledge. “Deimos' unicorn is pretty though.” She adds.
She listens to Deimos’ tale, as though he blames her for not returning to find Amalia when her chuckles die and she frowns simply. “I probably would’ve fought you to stay, to be honest.” She shrugs, glancing to Jigano and Amalia apologetically. “I love you guys, but he was in rough shape to go back, and –” she pauses abruptly, looking to Deimos with that similar stare he had given her. “– who knows if you would’ve even gone back in time? What if no one was there?” She replies, before her eyes flit away from Deimos toward the bottle to pour herself another drink, because why not? She’s feeling pretty good right now.
When Deimos asks Amalia if she wants to see it, Kiada’s gaze flickers toward Jigano as he stands and offers an arm before she leans forward a bit. “Can’t she just come in? Auni comes in all the time and Isla goes into the infirmary of all things?” She drawls, huffing to herself slightly before she takes a deep sip from her glass and stands slowly. “Oh, side note about that, Auni would love to meet her. He wanted to hang out with Isla but, you know, since he kind of accidentally killed her he always just feels bad when he sees her.” She rolls her shoulders again in a slight shrug before looking to Jigano with a bright grin, as though she news of what she’d said about her own Luxere was common knowledge. “Deimos' unicorn is pretty though.” She adds.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
