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

KIADA you think that i'll be the dark sky so you can be the star? Weaver’s grin is met with an equally challenging one from Kiada – both women of flame in someway or another. But before long, Kiada’s shifting, girl becoming the bearded vulture, ivory feathers tipped in ink and taking to the sky in the attempts to dive down onto the woman. As Weaver leaps to the side, Kiada’s prepared to divert her course, scarlet gaze following the woman as she steps aside. But then a flash of flame, aimed straight at her. And while Kiada wasn’t exactly afraid of fire – having been burned too many times to count, the scars lace up and down her spine with it where it had both been her saving grace and her curse – she still knew that it would be a terrible idea to try and go up against it. So she swerves, hard, trying to lower herself and feels the heat of the flame singe the feathers of her tail, trying to divert her swerve so she dives down toward Weaver’s legs, talons outstretched to try and tug at Weaver’s training leathers. i will swallow you whole.