KIADA
She listens as Jigano explains that the books are mostly unreadable, but that doesn’t stop Kiada’s mind from imagining the Queen might burn them to gain control and release the power they might hold within their bindings. And so she nods in response, brows quirked slightly as she contemplates asking what’s within the pages that he fears losing, unless it’s the time needed to decipher. “We’ll keep them hidden for however long is needed.” She says, glancing to Jigano with a small smile, as though she’s saying even if he’s not around she’ll keep her mouth shut far past her last breath.
He nods his approval to her for the books she’s picked, and he asks for her to wrap them up to which so obliges. Grabbing some spare paper and anything to buffer the books during transport, taking her time to make sure none of the pages get warped or torn as she wraps them up carefully and precisely. She tries to show them the same care he does as he hands them to her, and she begins to stack them in easy to handle piles in an order of what book is which despite their bindings being covered.
A thought comes to her as his offer hangs in the air, and she glances to him curiously. “Are there any with interesting magical tales?” She asks with a tilt of her head as she works. There’s a part of her that misses the stories her mother told her and her twin at night, of castles and Kings, of warriors and battles, of things she could read without living to escape the urge to rush out there and do them all herself.
All while Kiada works with Jigano, Auni grows brazen with his attempts at play with Isuma, noticing her attention growing brighter and happier, and his antlers pulse with the happiness he feels at the change. He begins to play a small game of tag with the gryphon, his tongue the point of contact should it land before he darts away.
He nods his approval to her for the books she’s picked, and he asks for her to wrap them up to which so obliges. Grabbing some spare paper and anything to buffer the books during transport, taking her time to make sure none of the pages get warped or torn as she wraps them up carefully and precisely. She tries to show them the same care he does as he hands them to her, and she begins to stack them in easy to handle piles in an order of what book is which despite their bindings being covered.
A thought comes to her as his offer hangs in the air, and she glances to him curiously. “Are there any with interesting magical tales?” She asks with a tilt of her head as she works. There’s a part of her that misses the stories her mother told her and her twin at night, of castles and Kings, of warriors and battles, of things she could read without living to escape the urge to rush out there and do them all herself.
All while Kiada works with Jigano, Auni grows brazen with his attempts at play with Isuma, noticing her attention growing brighter and happier, and his antlers pulse with the happiness he feels at the change. He begins to play a small game of tag with the gryphon, his tongue the point of contact should it land before he darts away.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
