KIADA
The Harpy nods in response to Jigano, wondering if her mother would even remember the worst parts or only the good (what little good there was to begin with), but remains silent as he explains the different worlds. It’s when he speaks of the bond of a mother and daughter that she lowers her gaze to the stony ground – she’d never really had a relationship with her mother. What would it even be like? Where would she even start to try and make one? And did she even want one? Or just a billboard to scream the injustices she’d lived because of her?
She mulls the thoughts over as she sips from the cup and watches Isuma cuddle up against Auni’s chest, to which the small Luxere wraps his large head around her and tucks her in closer – his antlers pulsing with a small glow of content despite the sorrow that fills the room as Jigano continues to speak. Her eyes lift toward him to hear a much similar story, a similar feeling at least. Terrified to get close, to leave or be left, to watch those you know perish beneath the guise of war and grabs for power. She gnaws on her lip quietly until he speaks of how Caido had changed him, and his eyes are kind when his story is done.
“I’m sorry about your family.” She says, knowing how it feels deep down. While she hadn’t seen her family die, their absence is as much a pain as any. “I don’t know where to start.” She acknowledges – and it’s true in the way that she tries to talk to strangers. She’s either too standoffish, too much or too little of everything. Her story is a winding, dark tale of suffering and loss, and who wants to be around such terrible events? Who wants to listen to her to learn why she’s the way that she is when she could be alone and not need to explain?
The thoughts mull together until she sighs quietly and sips once more from the mug. She misses another’s touch, a person to converse with, to fight to the end of the world with. She doesn’t think she’ll find them here, and she feels weak for even having such thoughts. She should be enough on her own, with Auni, but she knows she is not. “I’ve only ever been a fighter – fighting creatures or gods or other people. I feel like there’s this monster inside of me, and it tells me I’m better off this way, to fight and fight until I die screaming at the universe for all the injustices of it all, covered in blood.” She recites, fingers tapping against the cup.
She’s thought of it a lot, it’s exactly what she told Adam when they were trapped in the Pit.
She mulls the thoughts over as she sips from the cup and watches Isuma cuddle up against Auni’s chest, to which the small Luxere wraps his large head around her and tucks her in closer – his antlers pulsing with a small glow of content despite the sorrow that fills the room as Jigano continues to speak. Her eyes lift toward him to hear a much similar story, a similar feeling at least. Terrified to get close, to leave or be left, to watch those you know perish beneath the guise of war and grabs for power. She gnaws on her lip quietly until he speaks of how Caido had changed him, and his eyes are kind when his story is done.
“I’m sorry about your family.” She says, knowing how it feels deep down. While she hadn’t seen her family die, their absence is as much a pain as any. “I don’t know where to start.” She acknowledges – and it’s true in the way that she tries to talk to strangers. She’s either too standoffish, too much or too little of everything. Her story is a winding, dark tale of suffering and loss, and who wants to be around such terrible events? Who wants to listen to her to learn why she’s the way that she is when she could be alone and not need to explain?
The thoughts mull together until she sighs quietly and sips once more from the mug. She misses another’s touch, a person to converse with, to fight to the end of the world with. She doesn’t think she’ll find them here, and she feels weak for even having such thoughts. She should be enough on her own, with Auni, but she knows she is not. “I’ve only ever been a fighter – fighting creatures or gods or other people. I feel like there’s this monster inside of me, and it tells me I’m better off this way, to fight and fight until I die screaming at the universe for all the injustices of it all, covered in blood.” She recites, fingers tapping against the cup.
She’s thought of it a lot, it’s exactly what she told Adam when they were trapped in the Pit.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
