KIADA
your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore
that you are ruined
She hears the tone in Melita’s voice as she speaks, and her heart yearns for the only other person she knows who’s experienced the same that she has. But she can’t help it if the girl wants nothing to do with her, she doesn’t even blame the honeybee girl. All she can do is just let Melita sit in her fury and her rage; but Kiada can let her know that she’s not alone in it all, regardless of who or what live in Caido in relation to her. And so she nods, that fury within her subsiding as something cracks and caves and she drops the rough hewn staff with a clatter on the ground.
“It’s the only place I have mine too.” She admits, knowing it doesn’t make it better, that it likely won’t matter to the red haired girl. And there’s nothing within Kiada other than defeat and sorrow yet again, hopeful that this training would help and now realizing it’s done nothing. She can feel the bruising along her cheek bone under her eye as it begins to bloom and her face takes on a similar look to Melita’s, a combination of anger and frustration.
“But I try to think about what they might say, might think, if they were here with me. It is how I make my choices now, no longer out of desperation as I did as a stupid child.” But she notices Melita’s sneer, far more wolffish than Kiada he the energy for anymore. And with it, she lets her icy gaze drift over the other girl for a moment before she picks up her jacket. “I'll leave you be, then.” She remarks, making her way toward the exit, picking up her small sword on the way. Should Melita wish to stop her, she can, but if she doesn’t Kiada will make her way toward the Bakery.
“It’s the only place I have mine too.” She admits, knowing it doesn’t make it better, that it likely won’t matter to the red haired girl. And there’s nothing within Kiada other than defeat and sorrow yet again, hopeful that this training would help and now realizing it’s done nothing. She can feel the bruising along her cheek bone under her eye as it begins to bloom and her face takes on a similar look to Melita’s, a combination of anger and frustration.
“But I try to think about what they might say, might think, if they were here with me. It is how I make my choices now, no longer out of desperation as I did as a stupid child.” But she notices Melita’s sneer, far more wolffish than Kiada he the energy for anymore. And with it, she lets her icy gaze drift over the other girl for a moment before she picks up her jacket. “I'll leave you be, then.” She remarks, making her way toward the exit, picking up her small sword on the way. Should Melita wish to stop her, she can, but if she doesn’t Kiada will make her way toward the Bakery.
and you wonder why he lets you
the butcher
touch him,
the sun
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
