her wild feral stare, her dark hair
her winter lips
Dark brows raise in quiet surprise at the mention of it being used and contained, some small part of her – the attuned part, sorrowed at the use of the creatures of the world, though she says nothing to that. Instead, she jots it down, added information to be on the lookout. And she writes down their description, nodding in agreement with Wessex. “I assume they take precautions?” A frown crosses her face, wondering what kind of precautions those may be to these great and large creatures.
Still, her quill pauses at the mention of the people in Whitebrim. “They’re what?” She questions, lips quivering and quirking into a smirk of sorts, bewilderment, uncertainty. Cannibals? She supposes after living in the winter lands for so long, that life in a sense was likely rough enough to succumb to it, but only when absolutely necessary. “How did you find that out?” She asks, putting the quill down, sitting back in her chair to view the Ascended with surprise, interest to the story of how she’d come to that thought.
Wondering, too, if she even wishes to know.
Still, her quill pauses at the mention of the people in Whitebrim. “They’re what?” She questions, lips quivering and quirking into a smirk of sorts, bewilderment, uncertainty. Cannibals? She supposes after living in the winter lands for so long, that life in a sense was likely rough enough to succumb to it, but only when absolutely necessary. “How did you find that out?” She asks, putting the quill down, sitting back in her chair to view the Ascended with surprise, interest to the story of how she’d come to that thought.
Wondering, too, if she even wishes to know.
as cold as stone
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
