her wild feral stare, her dark hair
her winter lips
She begins to mark it down, comments of the dragons. Of white, blending in, sitting atop treasure that even Kiada has a hunch may or may not be mage glass. It was a rumor, for sure, and yet Kiada can’t help but wonder if it thrives out there somewhere too. But she isn’t a mage, wouldn’t be able to use it for anything. All she knows is that she doesn’t want it in Zariah’s hands, should it come to be true.
So she scribbles more notes down, before looking up to the Ascended with a conspirators smile. “Ursurs next, if you will?” She asks, preparing the parchment in quiet a somewhat messy way that at least makes sense for her, to be able to change and adjust it in a book a bit more formal appearing than these scratched notes. She dips the quill into more ink before her icy gaze flits up to wait and begin to write again.
So she scribbles more notes down, before looking up to the Ascended with a conspirators smile. “Ursurs next, if you will?” She asks, preparing the parchment in quiet a somewhat messy way that at least makes sense for her, to be able to change and adjust it in a book a bit more formal appearing than these scratched notes. She dips the quill into more ink before her icy gaze flits up to wait and begin to write again.
as cold as stone
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
