KIADA
the harpy
She’s never been to Torchline. The furthest she’s gone as of late is spend a fair amount of time in one of the pits of the Fae as well as small voyages to Halo. Torchline in itself is an entirely other spectacle. And who else better to join her on it other than Deimos? Perhaps her anxieties have grown a small amount as of late, the closer they get toward the ever approaching LongNight, how she might have decided to push off her quest another year.
She’s not ready yet, not strong enough anyway. Not physically, unsure if she can endure another failure mentally. So she takes what sunshine days she can, to breathe easy and spend time with someone as close to a father as she has anymore – thankful for that conversation with Harper in the late night of the Monster Hunter’s Guild. And with it, a bit of a release as well.
She doesn’t have to be as strong around him, doesn’t have to wear a mask around Deimos. She can… Be that childish version of herself she had to give up. And that’s what finds them there at the Rainbow Road. She wears little because of the warmth, a tank top of sorts and shorts – scars on display as she inspects the multicolored rockery – iceberg gaze lifting toward Deimos with a wide grin. “It’s almost like the hot springs.” She tells him, crouching down to inspect the colors within, though she doesn’t dare to enter.
She’s not ready yet, not strong enough anyway. Not physically, unsure if she can endure another failure mentally. So she takes what sunshine days she can, to breathe easy and spend time with someone as close to a father as she has anymore – thankful for that conversation with Harper in the late night of the Monster Hunter’s Guild. And with it, a bit of a release as well.
She doesn’t have to be as strong around him, doesn’t have to wear a mask around Deimos. She can… Be that childish version of herself she had to give up. And that’s what finds them there at the Rainbow Road. She wears little because of the warmth, a tank top of sorts and shorts – scars on display as she inspects the multicolored rockery – iceberg gaze lifting toward Deimos with a wide grin. “It’s almost like the hot springs.” She tells him, crouching down to inspect the colors within, though she doesn’t dare to enter.
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
