Something Old, Something New [OPEN]

KIADA

ok, ok, i never had wings, only feathers

& i cried like a baby when they left me

As Bastien’s voice reaches the air between them, Kiada tilts her head in a slightly predatory manner, a small smirk on her face. “Ah, but you don’t get the choice.” She hums thoughtfully. No, not even her mother had a hand in it. Deimos was the one to blame, but at the very least she didn’t have to attend in her flesh and skin – a caracal or a vulture would work, it would do the same. She could claim she’s attended, even without her face being visible.

She begins to get to work, shifting her attention between Loren and his creature and she returns to her own designs, asking Bastien for help as much as she doesn’t want to. (The girl has issues asking for help all the time.) And luckily for her, he agrees, so she slides over toward him, with Auni on her heel to keep an eye on the drawing. She watches him work, head tilted over the paper as she confirms things here and there. “His body was mostly brownish black, but he had spots of gold, and blue eyes.” She tells him after confirming the shape, helping with the colors.

If he truly knew her mother, he’d know how similar those were to the woman he’s marrying.

& 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