princess, with lips made of glass
There’s something about the smile that crosses his face that feels somewhat nostalgic in comparison – the accent is unfamiliar to her, at least mostly. And with it, it certainly doesn’t have the ring to it that Halo natives did, nor Torchline for that matter. So it’s no surprise at the end of it all that she learns that he’s new, and her grin sharpens a bit with it in interest and intrigue. “Nice to meet you Chuy.” She chimes to him, flashing him that same grin as she grabs a few more vegetables to add to his pile forming on the bench.
As for being new and attuned, this is when her head tilts a bit in interest, scanning him a bit more closely as they crouch there to gather the items, one of Kiada’s knees lowering toward the ground beneath her to support her a bit better as she reaches for a particularly far potato of some sort that had rolled. He seems kind enough, and she wonders how new he is to still have that brightness to him that she’s sure has already snuffed out of her own smile.
But that’s what masks were for, weren’t they?
“You’re in luck once again, today.” She laughs lightly, placing the vegetables in her arms up on the bench, before adjusting the furs around her neck to pull it off to the side – the side with the X scar etched deep into her neck that soon disappears beneath a flurry of pale feathers tipped in inky black. “I’m Attuned as well. And an Outlander. Though I’ve been here a couple years now.” A small snort leaves her at that before she shakes her head and moves to stand, icy gaze flickering down toward the hand that’s offered and reaching out with a pale, scar flecked hand, calloused from weapons. A slight pulse of friendliness edging toward him with the gesture. “You’re welcome.” She winks to him, before a light laugh leaves her throat once more. “Where are you heading with this?” She asks, scanning past him briefly to see where it might be required.
He's not getting rid of her quite that easily, not while there wasn't a bag to place the rogue vegetables and her having two capable hands.
As for being new and attuned, this is when her head tilts a bit in interest, scanning him a bit more closely as they crouch there to gather the items, one of Kiada’s knees lowering toward the ground beneath her to support her a bit better as she reaches for a particularly far potato of some sort that had rolled. He seems kind enough, and she wonders how new he is to still have that brightness to him that she’s sure has already snuffed out of her own smile.
But that’s what masks were for, weren’t they?
“You’re in luck once again, today.” She laughs lightly, placing the vegetables in her arms up on the bench, before adjusting the furs around her neck to pull it off to the side – the side with the X scar etched deep into her neck that soon disappears beneath a flurry of pale feathers tipped in inky black. “I’m Attuned as well. And an Outlander. Though I’ve been here a couple years now.” A small snort leaves her at that before she shakes her head and moves to stand, icy gaze flickering down toward the hand that’s offered and reaching out with a pale, scar flecked hand, calloused from weapons. A slight pulse of friendliness edging toward him with the gesture. “You’re welcome.” She winks to him, before a light laugh leaves her throat once more. “Where are you heading with this?” She asks, scanning past him briefly to see where it might be required.
He's not getting rid of her quite that easily, not while there wasn't a bag to place the rogue vegetables and her having two capable hands.
and a voice cut from steel
features born from thunder and battle
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
