[Seasonal Event] we scramble for redemption

KIADA

your battleworn tongue doesn't say the truth;

that you are ruined

As soon as the names of who the bones may belong to, leaves Deimos’ lips, she pauses in her attempt at helping clean them up. She doesn’t know Cera. Doesn’t know Roana. But she did know Caiside. And the thought is enough to even bring Auni nearby, sorrowful and sad. A frown finds her lips but she continues her work. “Caiside was with me when I found Auni.” She says quietly. The memory of fiery hair, of elk, of playfulness. How they had helped clean up after last LongNight.

How they had helped create a shrine for Ludo by the bone bridge.

A sigh leaves her lips as she shakes her head, but continues to help Deimos as she silently prays that Ludo was able to get Caiside’s soul. That something wouldn’t happen to him like it did to Ru’in. But the bones are here, at least. Their bodies are here, unable to be reanimated like Ru’in’s had. Unable to turn to stone like Ru’in’s had. And she sighs heavily.

and you wonder why he lets you,

the butcher

touch him

the sun