From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
She hadn’t noticed anyone sitting when she had set out – but then again, she hadn’t been looking for anyone else. All she could see was the wide expanse of earth and the world in front of her, and she couldn’t help but to be drawn to it. Caged for too long, hidden for too long, she longed for wide-open spaces. She was, however, surprised when she heard a voice begin to speak, rough and unlike anyone she had met yet. Her head turned toward the sound to spot a man, sitting and what looked to her as a sketch pad in his lap that he was dutifully working with. Her sapphire gaze watched him for a brief moment, uncertain of what to say before he turned to her.
There was something about his words that intrigued her, and she found herself smiling in greeting to him as he offered his name and an explanation for his previous words. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was here.” She offered in her own kind of apology. When she was closer, she remained standing in the grass, close to him as acquaintances often were as she glanced to the sketch pad. “I’m Rexanna. A new arrival, I suppose.” She admitted with a half hearted laugh before looking to the expansive land around them.
“You’re quite good.” The girl finally said as she looked back to him, her eyes darting toward the sketchpad again. “Are you from here?” She questioned with a tilt of her head, her hands unconsciously folding together behind her back as she had done during her years of servitude.
