an ounce of prevention

if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again

whether in this life or the next

He folds his arms across his chest and Kiada snorts lightly at the sight and the words accompanying them. “Something like that.” She winks to him before settling. “But I already know that’s not entirely true.” A playful grin crosses across her face, head dipping lightly in agreement to the training for when Deepfrost hit, excited to get the blood pumping through her veins again. So instead, she focuses on the next words that slip from her lips, of seeking him out.

And she audibly laughs, a loud and brilliant sound. “Oh, I do expect that.” She offers with a grin back at him as she moves toward him, lifting her hand to pat his shoulder with it as she lets her icy gaze lift to meet his face. “And that comment sounds surprisingly boring.” She snorts, nose wrinkling lightly with it before she passes by him and Auni darts to try and follow through, circling their legs while they walked – trying to come to a complete stop and whirl around to try and boop Astra when she comes around the bend once more.

Kiada, meanwhile, continues to focus on where Loren takes her, having abandoned her cider glass somewhere and feeling relatively content with the light burning of her stomach and the lightness it brings her.

you are, and always shall be, his

KIADA