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Character of the Season
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!
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
“So like, you’d give away information to them?” It’s an insinuation she didn’t want to make, but there regardless; friendly with an enemy could convey multitudes of things, and she had to wonder how much more she could say to him before something else occurred. It was bizarre to think she couldn’t trust her uncle, not after everything they’d been through, but a trail of trepidation down her spine regardless. It wasn’t something she could fight or beat away – and the bluntness coursed through her veins. “Spy for her?” She’d give it to Dahlia – it had been very clever to somehow infect a leader, and someone notorious for being active in multitudes of regions and communities.
Always there. Taking it in.
A long breath shuddered through her lungs. “It bothers a lot of other people, but congrats.” The existential dread, the overwhelming feeling of apprehension, dredging up old memories…that he didn’t have to hold any of that in his being did seem compelling, but not enough for her to be proud of him for the distinction. Her last muttering was into the décor in her hands, head down as she pondered over exactly what to do next. “Doesn’t sound like a great trade off to me.”
His nose wrinkles at the insinuation that he’d be handing information over to her — because that’s not even something on his radar. He hasn’t seen her for weeks, not since the leader meeting, and before that it was even longer. Nothing shared or said other than comfortable companionship.
He shrugs his shoulder as he hangs another decoration on the wall. “She isn’t Safrin.” He manages to grit out, the memory of Safrin utilizing him as such souring his mind. “I’m not a spy for her.” He answers honestly.
Sighing a little but glad to not have the arrows already shot into him, he straightens the decor he’s put up, looks over at her as the muscles feather in his jaw. “I was just explaining my side of it.” He’s well aware that the rest of Caido is uncomfortable, but he doesn’t have any doubt that if the rest of them fell into line like he had that it wouldn’t simply be just another day in Caido with its unique animals and occasional purple glow.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
“But would you be, if she asked you?” A sincere and honest inquiry, and her steadfast, if a bit seditious, gaze lifted back up to his. If she were someone in Dahlia’s position, why wouldn’t she use those apparently under her…control? “Do you get a say in any of it?” Was he even aware?
Putting down the rest of the décor, because she’d long since lost the focus for it, she rubbed at her eyes, then her temples. She couldn’t help the suspicions layered against her frame, given how they’d all been in the past, and she was glad he was being honest with her, but gods if it didn’t complicate things that were already jumbled and confusing. Another question lingered in her ribcage, and without hesitation she pulled it out, so it segmented along her teeth. “Did you tell Ru?”
“No,” Sunjata says quickly, fingertips threading through another piece of garland he’s grabbed. He’s fairly confident he wouldn’t be a spy for her even if she asked because there’s no reason for him to be one. Not with Vox around and having an idea of what’s going on. As for whether or not he gets a say in it, he nods. “I do.” Because he hasn’t been asked to do anything he doesn’t want to do, nor has he been asked to do… well, anything really. And Frey had seen it and not worried or panicked, so as far as Sunjata can tell, worse things could be happening.
And they’re not, so he’s fine.
Hanging the garland up with a few tacks, he looks over his shoulder at her with the question. “Ru was the only other person I told. I told her when I gave her my heart.” So he physically and emotionally cannot stray from her. “And we have a little journal to make sure if anything changes we’ll go to Frey immediately.” As his deity requested, of course.
the flood
// looking at a new point of view //
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
I've done nothing wrong Except for all the atrocities
Her eyes stayed narrowed; perplexed, confused, rattled, all in the same motion. At the very least he’d already told Ru, and some part of her kept it together – if Ru could, she could, but she’d likely be having a discussion with the Valkyrie at some point. “Okay,” she sighed, releasing a very long breath so she didn’t strangle something in the meantime. “Thanks for telling me,” and she meant it earnestly; that had been a massive change since years before, when everything was laden into a jumbled, massive, unfurling secret.
Except she still didn’t know what to do with the information.
“Let’s finish here and then we can eat.” All the questions stuck to her bones were something he likely wouldn’t have an answer to, and she wasn’t certain she’d want to hear it anyway.
