don't worry mother,
your daughter is a soldier
It means everything to the girl. The young woman that was always left behind, always forgotten once she had left the Basin. The girl that had aligned with a chaotic, harmful god in order to make it in her first two worlds. And here? Here she thought she had nobody, until that one day she came across him in the woods – a day that had changed her life for the better, no longer aimless, no longer wandering adrift in the world. She had a purpose with him, with his guidance, with his presence.
She doesn’t know how to thank him, despite the blight that rattles through her brain over and over again. Despite the frustration that lingers in her mind at losing control. She has control now, and that’s what matters. To tell him that it’s not her, though he knows that already. He can see it, make sure that he doesn’t beat himself up over it too much like he always does. She hopes he doesn’t take it personal. She prays to Ludo in her small own way that he doesn’t.
“Is there anything you need?” He asks, after the embrace, and she shifts unsteadily on her legs – scarlet and ebony eyes drifting toward his feathered face. An honest question with a sorrowful answer, and her eyes are shadowed and haunted as she sends it to him through the bond, rattled with sadness and a hurt heart. I just need time. She begins, sadly. And for you and Amalia to take none of this personally… I love you both so much.
She doesn’t know how to thank him, despite the blight that rattles through her brain over and over again. Despite the frustration that lingers in her mind at losing control. She has control now, and that’s what matters. To tell him that it’s not her, though he knows that already. He can see it, make sure that he doesn’t beat himself up over it too much like he always does. She hopes he doesn’t take it personal. She prays to Ludo in her small own way that he doesn’t.
“Is there anything you need?” He asks, after the embrace, and she shifts unsteadily on her legs – scarlet and ebony eyes drifting toward his feathered face. An honest question with a sorrowful answer, and her eyes are shadowed and haunted as she sends it to him through the bond, rattled with sadness and a hurt heart. I just need time. She begins, sadly. And for you and Amalia to take none of this personally… I love you both so much.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
