KIADA
the harpy
Deimos opens the present to reveal a helmet to go with the fancy armor that he’d crafted her. And her eyes grow wide, bright, surprise lacing her features as she focuses on the intricate details that screamed her and Auni, the same bronze of her armor set before – something to cherish, something to hold near and dear once more. A bright smile crosses her face at this, and she takes it as her face lightens up. “Oh, Deimos.” She says softly, thoughtfully, fingers running along the details of the helmet.
“Thank you!” She chimes, a bright vibrant sound that somehow sounds a lot like her mother in this instance, before she waits for him to open the gift she’d given him. It’s a double paneled box, within one side there would be a set of throwing knives, with snowflake details as well as a feathered sort of appearance on the back of the blade – almost making them somewhat serrated but not effecting their ability to be thrown. On the other side, she’d made him cookies that embodied snowflakes as well, but with the very same sweet ingredients that he had always been a fan of.
Oliver appears, and she steps aside and offers him a smile and a greeting. "Hey Oliver." She eyes the gift within Oliver’s hands, head tilting slightly as she watches it unfold, gaze flitting to Amalia. Hi Ama. She says quietly, pulsing a small amount of happiness, lifting the helmet as if to show her what Deimos had been up to.
“Thank you!” She chimes, a bright vibrant sound that somehow sounds a lot like her mother in this instance, before she waits for him to open the gift she’d given him. It’s a double paneled box, within one side there would be a set of throwing knives, with snowflake details as well as a feathered sort of appearance on the back of the blade – almost making them somewhat serrated but not effecting their ability to be thrown. On the other side, she’d made him cookies that embodied snowflakes as well, but with the very same sweet ingredients that he had always been a fan of.
Oliver appears, and she steps aside and offers him a smile and a greeting. "Hey Oliver." She eyes the gift within Oliver’s hands, head tilting slightly as she watches it unfold, gaze flitting to Amalia. Hi Ama. She says quietly, pulsing a small amount of happiness, lifting the helmet as if to show her what Deimos had been up to.
all bright things must burn
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
