shield for a heart,
and a sword for a tongue
The Trials had happened, and she had lost. All things considered, she had come to terms with it. She had been welcomed to the woods, and there was nothing more than being able to feel the freedom of the Greatwood winds sing their songs beneath her feathers. But she had gotten tired quicker, sick quickly, and it had happened so fast and suddenly since the Cloister she just didn’t have time to tell Amalia or Deimos.
Or worry them from their huge task ahead.
And she had sulked and worried, sick and trembling beneath the catacombs of the ruins when she stumbled across Jigano, a conversation she had wanted but still couldn’t get it right. Still, she didn’t follow Jigano’s suggestion, choosing to nurse her wounds in the privacy of her own home. The bakery felt too lonely with everyone gone, and she had nowhere else to go. So it had been here that the sickness began to overcome her, skin pale and clammy, and gods how she wished for the warmth of her fire magic at a time like this.
It was Auni who wakes her as soon as Deimos knocks on her door, and she sits up slowly, groggily, as Amalia steps in and calls for her. Kiada wraps the blanket around her torso as she sits back and sends Auni to retrieve them, a couch sitting opposite of her. “I’m in here.” She calls to them as the blanket shifts and shows a healing scab of a wound, tinged with black on her shoulder from where Melita’s arrow struck. A few other scratches mar her cheeks and have begun to heal, but all the Harpy wants to do is sleep.
Auni rushes toward the front door, a bit frantic in knowing his companion isn’t the same, and he uses his now growing antlers to corral them into the next room over where Kiada sits, pale and exhausted, stifling a yawn the best she can. But Auni can’t help himself as he noses the bag with interest. Interest enough that Kiada’s attention and command go unanswered. “Were you successful?” She asks in regards to the Spire, a brow raised, some flame beneath the cold — but the bright spark to her icy gaze is gone, replaced by something dull, something sullen.
Or worry them from their huge task ahead.
And she had sulked and worried, sick and trembling beneath the catacombs of the ruins when she stumbled across Jigano, a conversation she had wanted but still couldn’t get it right. Still, she didn’t follow Jigano’s suggestion, choosing to nurse her wounds in the privacy of her own home. The bakery felt too lonely with everyone gone, and she had nowhere else to go. So it had been here that the sickness began to overcome her, skin pale and clammy, and gods how she wished for the warmth of her fire magic at a time like this.
It was Auni who wakes her as soon as Deimos knocks on her door, and she sits up slowly, groggily, as Amalia steps in and calls for her. Kiada wraps the blanket around her torso as she sits back and sends Auni to retrieve them, a couch sitting opposite of her. “I’m in here.” She calls to them as the blanket shifts and shows a healing scab of a wound, tinged with black on her shoulder from where Melita’s arrow struck. A few other scratches mar her cheeks and have begun to heal, but all the Harpy wants to do is sleep.
Auni rushes toward the front door, a bit frantic in knowing his companion isn’t the same, and he uses his now growing antlers to corral them into the next room over where Kiada sits, pale and exhausted, stifling a yawn the best she can. But Auni can’t help himself as he noses the bag with interest. Interest enough that Kiada’s attention and command go unanswered. “Were you successful?” She asks in regards to the Spire, a brow raised, some flame beneath the cold — but the bright spark to her icy gaze is gone, replaced by something dull, something sullen.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
