her wild feral stare, her dark hair
her winter lips
She dips her head a bit in agreement to Wessex’s assumption. “We tried fire arrows, but it was hard to see where the creature was. Somewhere above us.” She shrugs, but it is a good option. Magical fire, and with Deimos’ understanding and power with it, she can’t help but to keep it in mind despite how Wessex moves on. She still takes notes, however, marking underneath the LongNight monsters and writing out Frost Giants, before underlining it and looking up to Wessex as the Ascended begins to explain.
She makes a few small notes based off of heights, the skin and temperament of it – how best to attack it, what to avoid, things they might try (like Wessex’s idea of toppling it). “Sounds terrible.” She offers, smirking lightly with a quiet laugh, hoping to never have to come across one but imagining she’s not quite lucky enough for that. But she thinks she’s got enough information, at least for a start, and so she dips the quill into a bit more ink and makes space beneath the Frost Giant notes to add another section.
“What about Dragons?” This one has a hint more interest in it. Dragons were formidable, wonderfully terrifying creatures that Kiada was deeply intrigued by.
She makes a few small notes based off of heights, the skin and temperament of it – how best to attack it, what to avoid, things they might try (like Wessex’s idea of toppling it). “Sounds terrible.” She offers, smirking lightly with a quiet laugh, hoping to never have to come across one but imagining she’s not quite lucky enough for that. But she thinks she’s got enough information, at least for a start, and so she dips the quill into a bit more ink and makes space beneath the Frost Giant notes to add another section.
“What about Dragons?” This one has a hint more interest in it. Dragons were formidable, wonderfully terrifying creatures that Kiada was deeply intrigued by.
as cold as stone
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
