do not fear the dark, wolf cub, for when the sun leaves the world,
“I will.” She assures Deimos, a small pulse of teasing sent down it – but based off of her track record thus far, well… Things hadn’t always gone well. In fact, they’d gone worse more often than good, but she has tried her best and that’s what mattered in the end, right? That she continued to try and try, stronger now than she was last LongNight, better than she was before. It’s almost as though it’s a trial run before LongNight approaches, to figure it out and see where her limits were.
She’s thankful for the shift in conversation to her excitement, to the idea of cakes, and his acceptance of it – already planning something in the back of her mind among the design of stars and snowflakes, of shields and swords, of worlds and pieces put together that otherwise never would have been. And it was precious, in a sense, to think that she could have a hand in it – to thrive and grow and begin something anew for them in her own little way. She’d never been a baker or a crafter before, but Caido had taken her in ways that Helovia and the Rift hadn’t. And it was… Nice, a breath of fresh air.
Speaking of, she tells him of Harper, while she looks to the trees and scans them, searching for something as he comments quietly to her own conversation topic. She ducks her head slightly, reaching to compel a few birds to sift through the treetops to find anything green and bright and new. “I was supposed to dance with him at Fiat Lux, before everything. He came to the Guild to see how I was doing after. We danced then instead.” She dares a glance over to him with a small smile.
She’s thankful for the shift in conversation to her excitement, to the idea of cakes, and his acceptance of it – already planning something in the back of her mind among the design of stars and snowflakes, of shields and swords, of worlds and pieces put together that otherwise never would have been. And it was precious, in a sense, to think that she could have a hand in it – to thrive and grow and begin something anew for them in her own little way. She’d never been a baker or a crafter before, but Caido had taken her in ways that Helovia and the Rift hadn’t. And it was… Nice, a breath of fresh air.
Speaking of, she tells him of Harper, while she looks to the trees and scans them, searching for something as he comments quietly to her own conversation topic. She ducks her head slightly, reaching to compel a few birds to sift through the treetops to find anything green and bright and new. “I was supposed to dance with him at Fiat Lux, before everything. He came to the Guild to see how I was doing after. We danced then instead.” She dares a glance over to him with a small smile.
the world fears you
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
