KIADA
She gives him a tentative smile as he speaks, nodding in agreement. It was a set of words she could live by, having nearly always prepared for everything that could go wrong – but Kiada was terrible at learning just how wrong things could get. At least she tries, and she takes some solace in that. As for the Guildhall closing, she can’t blame him. If she had an organization like this, she’d likely find a way to run something else, to hide the more precious items that were near and dear to her. In all reality, all she has aside from Auni is a little bronze gift from Ru’in along with his letter. She doesn’t think she’ll ever part with those.
But when Jigano jokes, her eyes lift to him with a bit of a raised brow of surprise. “First time with texts, actually.” She says, a bit factual before she offers that crooked smile of hers. “I had a tendency for destruction, so I know how to make sure even I can’t destroy these.” She adds, her smile remaining as she wraps more of the books and stacks them in order. But she listens as he explains, wondering which ones were the chronicles and ironically, who Sam was and why she hadn’t seen him before.
She interjects, however, as he speaks of setting traps, and there’s a small amount of that fire glimmering beneath the ice of her gaze as she looks up to her fair haired friend. “I always vote traps.” She jokes to him, trying to get the warmth to return to him as he had done for her. It begins to work wonders, and she can keep her mind off of almost everything that’s been driving her toward her darker, more unhealthy mental tactics. As he goes into details, she nods fervently. “Definitely traps.”
Auni seems to be enjoying the game, even though it took a bit of convincing on his part – his hooves clattering along the stone floors as he dances and dives between furniture and rows of books to prevent getting booped by Isuma. The little gryphon has a tendency of appearing where Auni doesn’t expect, and he grunts his surprise every time in a means of laughter before he slips along the stone to chase after her again.
But when Jigano jokes, her eyes lift to him with a bit of a raised brow of surprise. “First time with texts, actually.” She says, a bit factual before she offers that crooked smile of hers. “I had a tendency for destruction, so I know how to make sure even I can’t destroy these.” She adds, her smile remaining as she wraps more of the books and stacks them in order. But she listens as he explains, wondering which ones were the chronicles and ironically, who Sam was and why she hadn’t seen him before.
She interjects, however, as he speaks of setting traps, and there’s a small amount of that fire glimmering beneath the ice of her gaze as she looks up to her fair haired friend. “I always vote traps.” She jokes to him, trying to get the warmth to return to him as he had done for her. It begins to work wonders, and she can keep her mind off of almost everything that’s been driving her toward her darker, more unhealthy mental tactics. As he goes into details, she nods fervently. “Definitely traps.”
Auni seems to be enjoying the game, even though it took a bit of convincing on his part – his hooves clattering along the stone floors as he dances and dives between furniture and rows of books to prevent getting booped by Isuma. The little gryphon has a tendency of appearing where Auni doesn’t expect, and he grunts his surprise every time in a means of laughter before he slips along the stone to chase after her again.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
