if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
She trusts and believes Chulane will be able to survive under the scrutiny that her family would place on him. And his answers do certainly offer what Kiada’s looking for, at least, a soft smile lingering on her face after she pipes up her response and spies his own smile sent back toward her. The idea of staying, of remaining longer despite the fact that Halo would need him, speaks volumes to her. She hopes that it speaks just as much to Amalia and Deimos.
His compliment certainly does spark a bit of a flare along her neck, her cheeks, a softness lingering on her face with the idea of it – of him returning and staying with her regardless of where that is. She wonders if that’s when the Ningo farm is done, whether it’s after the next big thing happens too. It’s hard to say, but she’s hopeful.
All those thoughts, however, disperse when Deimos mentions that he’s got something for her – her attention shifting from her plate and the bite she’s taken to focus on her father figure as he stands. There’s a raise to her brows as she spies the helmet – a swift grin crossing her face as she looks at him. “You didn’t!” She chirps, moving to stand beside his seat, to grasp the bronze helmet and slip it on.
As always, it fits comfortably, well and snug without there being discomfort in any place within it. But that’s not the only test – she spends a moment shifting into her Caracal shift, the helmet shifting with until dark ears point up and out of the bronze hues. A pulse of thankfulness and appreciation floods outward from her – to anyone there, and she shifts back into herself to wrap her arms around Deimos in a very tight hug, all questions forgotten for the moment. “It’s perfect! Thank you so much!”
His compliment certainly does spark a bit of a flare along her neck, her cheeks, a softness lingering on her face with the idea of it – of him returning and staying with her regardless of where that is. She wonders if that’s when the Ningo farm is done, whether it’s after the next big thing happens too. It’s hard to say, but she’s hopeful.
All those thoughts, however, disperse when Deimos mentions that he’s got something for her – her attention shifting from her plate and the bite she’s taken to focus on her father figure as he stands. There’s a raise to her brows as she spies the helmet – a swift grin crossing her face as she looks at him. “You didn’t!” She chirps, moving to stand beside his seat, to grasp the bronze helmet and slip it on.
As always, it fits comfortably, well and snug without there being discomfort in any place within it. But that’s not the only test – she spends a moment shifting into her Caracal shift, the helmet shifting with until dark ears point up and out of the bronze hues. A pulse of thankfulness and appreciation floods outward from her – to anyone there, and she shifts back into herself to wrap her arms around Deimos in a very tight hug, all questions forgotten for the moment. “It’s perfect! Thank you so much!”
you are, and always shall be, his
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
