From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
Remi's heart felt entirely too heavy and weary and he wished very much he could place it in the wagon and have Isla tow it home. LongNight, this...madness with Sam, whatever it was or meant or had happened, Isla's not-death, and now Vanya's burial was so far to the right of too much that it had almost becoming amusing in the back of Remi's mind. What more could he possibly bear? Oh, if this world had anything to do with it, he'd probably find out.
Silently the alchemist watched Ronin make up a bed on the floor, and as the guildmaster rightly guessed, it was practically lavish compared to what Remi was used to. "Let me." Remi said with a gentle smile, passing his friend. He waved his hands as if trying to get the wrinkles out of a sheet, and indeed linens appeared. Pillows as well. They all had a faint oceanic-blue colour to them, which wasn't surprising given what was on Remi's mind, but he'd smartly decided against replicating the linens into which Vanya had been placed. Surely that would have been too much.
Glancing over at Aoife, Remi smiled sadly. Beside her, he placed a new toy for her—a star of course, with shimmery trim. "Sleep well, little one." He whispered, before turning back to Ronin with a weary sigh.
Indeed the magic at work in his memory was strange, when it came to the guildmaster. He remembered almost all of what they had been through together, and most of it remained accurate, save for a few parts. Parts that mostly had to do with distance. Times when the pair had laid drunken on the floor upstairs with their arms around each other as they laughed at the ceiling was replaced simply with the same scenario with more space between the two. Similar treatment had been given to the way they'd been sat in the alcoves upstairs in the church.
Яemi
But now it's happily ever never. I guess now I know better
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.