KIADA
Jigano apologizes for leading them into the ambush, and the Harpy can do nothing more than shrug her shoulders in response. They didn’t know, none of them had. How could they? It was the unknown and they were woefully unprepared. Her gaze drifts toward him as he continues, seeing his own blue eyes shift with regret. He begins to stroke Isuma and Kiada meets his gaze with a small nod. “I wasn’t ready.” She replies softly. “I always thought I’d die a warriors death.” She says, perhaps a bit jokingly the way the corner of her lip flickers with a light smile (so briefly before it’s gone) and she looks down once again.
She nods to him, sadly. “It’s not the first time it’s happened.” She offers, uncertain if Jigano knows the strangeness of her ascent into the world. “I have met many here that I watched die in my first world. It is… A unique thing, to be a part of so much destruction and death, to go from world to world, only to repeat it in a separate time. I had a twin, his name was Kianzo.” She muses, folding her arms against herself as she folds her legs underneath her. “I was born in a place called Helovia, to a man named Tembovu from Dorobo, and a woman named Rexanna from Halyven.” She pauses, her eyes flickering toward him to see if he reacts to the name. She knows her mother is here, a different timeline, a different version of her mother.
“My brother and I lived with Deimos, he was my and my mother’s King. And then he died and we moved to live with my father in a neighboring land, but my twin had gone missing. I offered to help the chaotic god of the world to try and make a name for myself and to find my brother. He offered me power and glory.” She rambles, eyes drifting from Jigano toward the filtered lights. “He killed our gods, opened a portal, watched my childhood love explode in pieces of black and teal light. My mother pushed me through the Portal through all the destruction. I wore a necklace the god had given me and as soon as I passed through, it exploded.” She gestures, turning her head so he can see the jagged X on the side of her neck. “I was there for a time, and was thrown from there to come here. And Deimos was here, even though he died, he’s different. A different version but with similar memories.” She pauses. “My childhood love was here too, but he was killed over Longnight when I was out getting Auni.”
She looks down to the Luxere, her hands drifting toward him to tangle in his white pale fur. “Rumor has it my mother is here too, but she’s different too.”
She nods to him, sadly. “It’s not the first time it’s happened.” She offers, uncertain if Jigano knows the strangeness of her ascent into the world. “I have met many here that I watched die in my first world. It is… A unique thing, to be a part of so much destruction and death, to go from world to world, only to repeat it in a separate time. I had a twin, his name was Kianzo.” She muses, folding her arms against herself as she folds her legs underneath her. “I was born in a place called Helovia, to a man named Tembovu from Dorobo, and a woman named Rexanna from Halyven.” She pauses, her eyes flickering toward him to see if he reacts to the name. She knows her mother is here, a different timeline, a different version of her mother.
“My brother and I lived with Deimos, he was my and my mother’s King. And then he died and we moved to live with my father in a neighboring land, but my twin had gone missing. I offered to help the chaotic god of the world to try and make a name for myself and to find my brother. He offered me power and glory.” She rambles, eyes drifting from Jigano toward the filtered lights. “He killed our gods, opened a portal, watched my childhood love explode in pieces of black and teal light. My mother pushed me through the Portal through all the destruction. I wore a necklace the god had given me and as soon as I passed through, it exploded.” She gestures, turning her head so he can see the jagged X on the side of her neck. “I was there for a time, and was thrown from there to come here. And Deimos was here, even though he died, he’s different. A different version but with similar memories.” She pauses. “My childhood love was here too, but he was killed over Longnight when I was out getting Auni.”
She looks down to the Luxere, her hands drifting toward him to tangle in his white pale fur. “Rumor has it my mother is here too, but she’s different too.”
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
