KIADA
ok, ok, i never had wings, only feathers
& i cried like a baby when they left me
The painter has an accented voice, and Kiada wonders what it is with her mother and men that spoke other languages, but she keeps her mouth shut — eyes drifting from Loren to with a light shrug as he introduces himself and Bastien’s voice slips toward her, too, questioningly. “I’m Kiada.” She repeats, not caring if her mother’s secrets are out or not. They aren’t her secrets, after all.
She moves to sit before she continues. “Her daughter, though I hope that she told you all of that.” She pauses, icy eyes slipping from the painter to Auni while he peruses the decor, offering a light gilt glow to the metallic paints. She picks up a few of the paints, opting for moonlight and mountains, knowing her mother would appreciate the touch. After all, she’s trying.
Her gaze slips back to Auni briefly as she contemplates. “Auni, njoo. Kaa karibu yangu.” She hums to her companion in her fathers tongue, perhaps to be a little bit of a menace, but the Luxere listens — drifting to Kiada’s side and settling in on the floor while she begins to paint with trembling hands, splattering stars on a wash of blues, purples, and greens. Icy gaze slips toward Bastien after, almost as if she’s bragging. ‘You’re not the only one who speaks another language.’
auni, njoo. kaa karibu yangu. — Auni, come. Stay by me.
She moves to sit before she continues. “Her daughter, though I hope that she told you all of that.” She pauses, icy eyes slipping from the painter to Auni while he peruses the decor, offering a light gilt glow to the metallic paints. She picks up a few of the paints, opting for moonlight and mountains, knowing her mother would appreciate the touch. After all, she’s trying.
Her gaze slips back to Auni briefly as she contemplates. “Auni, njoo. Kaa karibu yangu.” She hums to her companion in her fathers tongue, perhaps to be a little bit of a menace, but the Luxere listens — drifting to Kiada’s side and settling in on the floor while she begins to paint with trembling hands, splattering stars on a wash of blues, purples, and greens. Icy gaze slips toward Bastien after, almost as if she’s bragging. ‘You’re not the only one who speaks another language.’
auni, njoo. kaa karibu yangu. — Auni, come. Stay by me.
& i bled every time somebody touched me
ok, ok, i wasn't beautiful, not even in golden light
does it really matter, anyway?
we all get swallowed eventually
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
