From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
"Dismay, hmm?" Remi asked skeptically with a grin and shake of his head. Though she continued with the paternal suggestion, the way her honeyed voice latched on to the word made something in Remi shiver and withdraw. It wasn't just the strange sexual undertone, but a reminder of the man who had given him life and just what a terrible soul he was. That Remi could so easily be afforded the title of Father even jokingly made him realize just how far from deserving of that word his own father had been.
Glancing over as she wrote, Remi tilted his head to better read the words.
He waited until she was done before saying anything, and once she was, he reached out a hand to try and softly take one of hers. "I care for you as well. Which is why I do not wish for you to worry yourself on my account. If you want to help, perhaps you could simply try and find Loren. I have not had any luck, and if it is as you originally thought and perhaps my feelings might come back if I see him again, then that is an easier place to start than orchestrating a three-some to please a god." His lips quirked slightly even as his head shook. Given how stubborn Loren could be—if indeed stubbornness had anything to do with his disappearance—a three-some might well be easier.
"And yes, please." Before Rexanna a pad of parchment would appear bound together by ribbon with a quill and pot of ink. It was small enough to be easily carried about, but large enough to write her messages easily enough.
REMI
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finding me
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.