princess, with lips made of glass
He examines the throwing knife that Kiada’s offered, and she settles back a bit in the seat – a sip from the wine once more. Her gaze lingers on him, on the reaction he might give as he thinks about what he could see himself using, and after a few moments, her head tilts a small amount once more as their eyes meet and he begins to speak. “Really?” A quiet prompt. “What made the steel special?” She asks, brows furrowing a small amount in her confusion.
But the comment of knights and whether they existed or not, has her snorting lightly in a small amount of understanding – recalling when she had been a child and wanted to be queen of something. A conversation with a friend while she was still young and vibrant, bloodthirsty and vengeful. ‘Do you wish to be a queen that’s loved or a queen that’s feared?’ and she hadn’t quite known the answer to that at the time.
Now, now Kiada doesn’t want or crave any sort of power in that regard. She’s focused too much on losing everything she’s ever gotten – afraid that she might fall through this world as she has the others as well. It’s hard to get attached. “It’s a good thing I know a few places we might be able to give you a shot at a variety.” She smirks to him, a huff of a chimed laugh leaving her lips. “Think on it and let me know so I can bring something back from the Grounds with me.” She offers, a beaming smile to him. She already plans on bringing her armor, her weapons, whatever other things she’d need to learn and train with. Adding a few more that the Grounders might be able to bring and practice with, too, wouldn’t be too bad of an idea.
But the comment of knights and whether they existed or not, has her snorting lightly in a small amount of understanding – recalling when she had been a child and wanted to be queen of something. A conversation with a friend while she was still young and vibrant, bloodthirsty and vengeful. ‘Do you wish to be a queen that’s loved or a queen that’s feared?’ and she hadn’t quite known the answer to that at the time.
Now, now Kiada doesn’t want or crave any sort of power in that regard. She’s focused too much on losing everything she’s ever gotten – afraid that she might fall through this world as she has the others as well. It’s hard to get attached. “It’s a good thing I know a few places we might be able to give you a shot at a variety.” She smirks to him, a huff of a chimed laugh leaving her lips. “Think on it and let me know so I can bring something back from the Grounds with me.” She offers, a beaming smile to him. She already plans on bringing her armor, her weapons, whatever other things she’d need to learn and train with. Adding a few more that the Grounders might be able to bring and practice with, too, wouldn’t be too bad of an idea.
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
