[Training] a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. “Yes please.” She chimes with a hum of a laugh lingering in her throat — wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the day either day drinking or sleeping off the workout. But she follows Weaver anyway, until the academy is in sight, snorting at the comment from the other woman. It makes sense, she supposes. Being a Halovian in Halo. But Kiada’s not only just a Grounder, but she’s also an Outlander. Already she’s aware of how many out there don’t care for her presence. No need to add more to that list if she could do anything about it. So instead, she steps into the Arcane Academy, listening to Weaver mention they’d be fine since Weaver was there, and she offers a nod to that. “Fair enough.” She offers with a chime of a laugh, moving to remove her throwing knives and the rest of her weaponry. “I’d love to. Maybe I could use my shifts against your magic?” She asks, turning back to Weaver and offering a bright grin. Already the speckling of pale feathers sprout along her neck and shoulders, before waiting for Weaver to be ready. And when it seems the other woman is, Kiada fully shifts into her vulture form, taking to the sky in a quick circle before scarlet eyes focus on Weaver and attempt to swoop down onto her like a dive bomb. but i flicker from time to time.