KIADA
She glances to him as he returns a small smile, quietly thankful within herself that he’s so willing to help. She doesn’t know if it’s pity because of what happened, or if he genuinely cares that much for her wellbeing. But she takes it anyway, and while she thinks of what she can do and comes to no result, her eyes flicker toward him as he speaks of drawing. She wouldn’t know if she was good, she hasn’t tried. But he then suggests music, singing and instruments, and dancing, and Kiada’s eyes flicker away from him for a moment.
Dancing seems fun, she comes to the conclusion, something you could do with a partner or alone, something that’s similar to fighting in a way. And she thinks on it a bit more as Jigano rises from his seat and she sets her cup down among the empty end table, ensuring there’s no books to be ruined in case things went awry. When he returns, there’s a small wooden instrument that he hands to her, and she looks at her slight reflection through it as he demonstrates the way to hold it. She obliges, taking the instrument and doing what Jigano has told her, her icy gaze wide and when Jigano had retreated to get his own, she begins to blow into it.
At first, there’s a nice solid note, and Kiada takes one of her fingers off one of the holes to change the note. And for a moment she’s prideful in how well she’s picked it up, but as she inhales and goes to do it again, it squawks so terribly that she holds it down from her face as Auni huffs a sigh in response. Kiada, meanwhile, works with putting her lips in a form that would do well to try and prevent the squeaks and squawks, before she tries again. It’s shaky, but it’s something, something she’s created.
Dancing seems fun, she comes to the conclusion, something you could do with a partner or alone, something that’s similar to fighting in a way. And she thinks on it a bit more as Jigano rises from his seat and she sets her cup down among the empty end table, ensuring there’s no books to be ruined in case things went awry. When he returns, there’s a small wooden instrument that he hands to her, and she looks at her slight reflection through it as he demonstrates the way to hold it. She obliges, taking the instrument and doing what Jigano has told her, her icy gaze wide and when Jigano had retreated to get his own, she begins to blow into it.
At first, there’s a nice solid note, and Kiada takes one of her fingers off one of the holes to change the note. And for a moment she’s prideful in how well she’s picked it up, but as she inhales and goes to do it again, it squawks so terribly that she holds it down from her face as Auni huffs a sigh in response. Kiada, meanwhile, works with putting her lips in a form that would do well to try and prevent the squeaks and squawks, before she tries again. It’s shaky, but it’s something, something she’s created.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
