KIADA
do not misunderstand me when i call myself a shell
i mean a used up bullet casing
The thunder rumbles and Kiada nods her head in agreement to them as well. She remains in her vulture form, nuzzling a feathered head against Amalia’s muzzle before the qilin makes her way back to the ground, back into her person. Deimos tells her of the Citadel, and her heart feels heavy as she flies down to meet up with them. “The Mathair was surrounded by the Fae. I think something happened there.” She announces quietly, mulling over her thoughts.
She runs a hand along a braid to get the flyaway pieces out of her face before she looks upon Amalia. “But the Mathair, like the Spire, is a portal. And I think it leads to the Citadel.” She’s uncertain, but she’s hopeful. They hadn’t gone and seen the spire, but the information seems to make sense to her. Drifting over toward Deimos, she reaches out to squeeze his hand. “It was like home.” She manages through a sudden tightness to her throat. The mountains, the ice, the snow.
Kiada flies back down with them and tells them of the Mathair.
She runs a hand along a braid to get the flyaway pieces out of her face before she looks upon Amalia. “But the Mathair, like the Spire, is a portal. And I think it leads to the Citadel.” She’s uncertain, but she’s hopeful. They hadn’t gone and seen the spire, but the information seems to make sense to her. Drifting over toward Deimos, she reaches out to squeeze his hand. “It was like home.” She manages through a sudden tightness to her throat. The mountains, the ice, the snow.
Kiada flies back down with them and tells them of the Mathair.
as in, the aftermath of something lethal
as in, an echo of inflicted evil
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
