KIADA
Auni, much unlike his counterpart right now, adores the attention and visitors, and hops from hoof to hoof as Isuma chirps in greeting and lands alight on his large, fully grown rack of antlers. Yet, the Luxere pauses just long enough to wag his nub of a tail at the offer Jigano gives him, sniffing and breathing onto his hand before scratching a slightly bearded chin, before Auni trots off with Isuma to show her the things he’s been collecting (mostly rocks and sticks, shiny pieces of dull glass, tiny flowers).
Meanwhile, the Harpy’s eyes lock with Jigano’s as she arises from the blankets, watching him approach on unsteady feet. Watching silently as he kneels beside her and offers his own trembling hands. But she doesn’t grab on, she doesn’t do anything but let her dark, defeated icy gaze linger on his hands when he mentions the books matter less than she. And for a moment she wants to scoff, to tell him that was exactly the point, but she remains silent – drawing scarred legs up under her to cross and sit, an arm reaching up to wrap around her shoulder and cover the scabbed wound on her shoulder.
But he apologizes, and her eyes lift to his pale face, a dark brow raised. She didn’t plan on forgiving him yet, but… Steps were steps, after all, and she knew somewhere deep in that pure part of her that second chances were important. She had gotten one, after all. She could spare a few for others. But she stays silent for a time, eyes shifting from him to look down onto the wood grained floor, running through the muddled thoughts in her mind.
She’s too tired to put up a fight again, wanting nothing more than to waste away in the firelight. “I accept your apology.” She tells him wearily, eyes shifting from the floor to his face again, hand dropping from her wounded and scarred shoulder back into her lap where she fidgets with Ru’in’s ring.
Meanwhile, the Harpy’s eyes lock with Jigano’s as she arises from the blankets, watching him approach on unsteady feet. Watching silently as he kneels beside her and offers his own trembling hands. But she doesn’t grab on, she doesn’t do anything but let her dark, defeated icy gaze linger on his hands when he mentions the books matter less than she. And for a moment she wants to scoff, to tell him that was exactly the point, but she remains silent – drawing scarred legs up under her to cross and sit, an arm reaching up to wrap around her shoulder and cover the scabbed wound on her shoulder.
But he apologizes, and her eyes lift to his pale face, a dark brow raised. She didn’t plan on forgiving him yet, but… Steps were steps, after all, and she knew somewhere deep in that pure part of her that second chances were important. She had gotten one, after all. She could spare a few for others. But she stays silent for a time, eyes shifting from him to look down onto the wood grained floor, running through the muddled thoughts in her mind.
She’s too tired to put up a fight again, wanting nothing more than to waste away in the firelight. “I accept your apology.” She tells him wearily, eyes shifting from the floor to his face again, hand dropping from her wounded and scarred shoulder back into her lap where she fidgets with Ru’in’s ring.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
