[Training] a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

KIADA you think that i'll be the dark sky so you can be the star? Somehow, Kiada isn’t surprised when the kick lands and she goes tumbling. If Weaver were attuned, she might’ve sensed a roar of laughter slip from the young woman, but instead there’s nothing but a flail of feathers, of righting herself, of taking to the skies once more in the hopes of swooping down to the woman’s shoulder once more. And it doesn’t quite go according to plan, not as she’s descending and there’s that flame once more. It erupts like a blanket, and Kiada backtracks the best she can – large wings beating against the makeshift shield to keep from burning within it. She pulls herself up, spiraling a bit in the air as she does so – one feather slipping from her wing and falling into the flame and sizzling before she tries to make it to the ground and shift into her caracal form, aiming to knock herself into Weaver’s feet, with hopefully less fire. Though it truly seems as though the woman’s made of it. Gods, she’s going to definitely need that drink after this. i will swallow you whole.