KIADA
Everything is draining on her. The monarchy, the feeling of being trapped (once again), the incredible amount of sheer loneliness, despite Auni’s company as he follows her toward the Rathskeller, the darkness of the night and the way the wind leaves a crisp cooling sensation along her skin. She has forgone a jacket, in favor for her tight fitting leather shirt and pants, paired with a nice set of boots. The Harpy heads for the Rathskeller, finding an idea in her mind to drink until she doesn’t need a jacket to ward away the cold. And if for nothing else other than to waste away more time.She doesn’t know if Luxere are allowed in the Rathskeller, but she doesn’t particularly care as she opens the door and steps in – her boots thudding against the flooring as Auni walks alongside her, his antlers growing longer every day with that soft faint golden glow as he scans the room of people. He’s grown a bit more restrained, but his nub of a tail wags at everyone he sees, and he follows Kiada until she takes a seat at the bar. Her icy gaze doesn’t even drift to whomever mans the bar, instead she scans the room around them, trying to gauge what kind of company would be here and if she’d have to fight off another sad farmer looking for a friend.
Her hair is tied back, dark and stark against her pale skin, and the large X marking etched into her neck sticks out as she scans the room further before turning back toward the bar. “Could I get something strong?” She asks, resting an elbow of one arm on the bar and the other into Auni’s soft fur as he sits beside her.
your girl is a soldier
and her mouth tastes like blood,
dust, fire, home, and battlefield
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
