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

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. She shifts to her caracal form on the attack toward Weaver, tufted ears pinned as her paws tear up the floor to try and get near the woman. And when she succeeds in getting close, watching through feline eyes as Weaver dodges the attack and begins to stumble ever so slightly, another ball of flame aimed her way. And Kiada dives to avoid this as well, though her paws get tripped up on one another and she ends up tumbling away a small amount until she’s flat on the floor — tufted ears perked toward Weaver. Then, the feline shifts to woman, sitting cross legged with a small singe of her long dark hair making it uneven, but the grin she sends over to Weaver is unmistakeable as she pants to catch her breath. “So.” She begins in a breathy chime of laughter. “Where are we going for that drink?” She asks, a raise of her brow to that before she’s pulling herself up from the ground. but i flicker from time to time.