shield for a heart,
and a sword for a tongue
She is surprised when Delah approaches, offering a hand to her, and despite the self consciousness she feels in regards to her scars and her story, she shifts back into herself once more — clothes gone and her back to the wall, she accepts the help from the fae and the wind, and stands on shaking, wobbling legs as Delah speaks. The rush of standing makes her head spin, but she clenches her teeth in an attempt to appear as normal as she can. And she slowly, so slowly dips her head to the warrior to not cause more dizziness.
Her icy gaze meets Delah’s, and she takes the words with stride. “It’s no wonder you’re the Guardian.” She tells Delah with humor in her breathless voice. “I look forward to the next trial.” She offers with a surprising amount of ease. And in that time, she will train and practice and fight, becoming better and stronger, to attain the tools necessary to become something. But there’s something within her that softens it’s hardened, jagged edges, at Delah’s admission. Her heart is right. And despite the twitch in her hands, she can feel it too.
She looks up with Delah to the crowd as the woman laughs with joy, and the Harpy can’t help but swallow the bitterness about her clothes and her body, scanning the crowd once more as they cheer for their Guardian. And Kiada smiles through slightly blood tinged teeth with them.
Her icy gaze meets Delah’s, and she takes the words with stride. “It’s no wonder you’re the Guardian.” She tells Delah with humor in her breathless voice. “I look forward to the next trial.” She offers with a surprising amount of ease. And in that time, she will train and practice and fight, becoming better and stronger, to attain the tools necessary to become something. But there’s something within her that softens it’s hardened, jagged edges, at Delah’s admission. Her heart is right. And despite the twitch in her hands, she can feel it too.
She looks up with Delah to the crowd as the woman laughs with joy, and the Harpy can’t help but swallow the bitterness about her clothes and her body, scanning the crowd once more as they cheer for their Guardian. And Kiada smiles through slightly blood tinged teeth with them.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
