KIADA
the harpy
The question of why she seeks the dragons, is one that she somewhat expects. She’s not necessarily trying to go and hunt them, or really encounter them at all. She just wants to find out about their size, their habits, how different they were compared to the ones that resided here as companions – she thinks of Adam briefly and his companion – before spending time to find out if it would be necessary to even attempt to try and gather the treasure.
But if the treasure is what she suspects from Wessex’s description, she thinks it might be mage glass. And neither of them want that in Zariah or Neron’s hands. “I think their treasure might be mage glass, and just want to confirm it.” She says quietly, a very Rexanna speculative look crossing her face at that before she shakes her head. “Other than that, just information as to what their like. Temperaments, things of that nature.” She finally breaks into a brief smile.
But the next question that reaches her causes her smile to falter. The armor that he had made her, lost and perished in the flame of LongNight, frowning at the remnants of the Monster Hunter’s Guild that she had used to rebuild, for the bodies of those that had perished over the dark week. “I did.” She frowns before her icy gaze slips up to meet Deimos’ face. “I’m sorry.” And she feels bad for it, for having not thought of it as she had tried to put out the fire before Hotaru drug her outside and forced her to leave.
But if the treasure is what she suspects from Wessex’s description, she thinks it might be mage glass. And neither of them want that in Zariah or Neron’s hands. “I think their treasure might be mage glass, and just want to confirm it.” She says quietly, a very Rexanna speculative look crossing her face at that before she shakes her head. “Other than that, just information as to what their like. Temperaments, things of that nature.” She finally breaks into a brief smile.
But the next question that reaches her causes her smile to falter. The armor that he had made her, lost and perished in the flame of LongNight, frowning at the remnants of the Monster Hunter’s Guild that she had used to rebuild, for the bodies of those that had perished over the dark week. “I did.” She frowns before her icy gaze slips up to meet Deimos’ face. “I’m sorry.” And she feels bad for it, for having not thought of it as she had tried to put out the fire before Hotaru drug her outside and forced her to leave.
all bright things must burn
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
