WEAVER
At least the fireball sends Kaida stumbling away, both women tripped up over their own feet. Weaver manages to find her footing again in time to spot the way those tufted ears perk toward her. It would be cute if it weren’t for those sharp teeth and claws, but soon enough there’s a girl instead of a cat on the ground. She really is a woman after Weaver’s own heart, just chilling on the floor for a minute like that’s a totally normal thing to do.
Weaver grins back, having enjoyed the fight. ”The Kraai, of course,” she says with no other explanation. ”Anything hurt you want healed? I can handle small cuts and bruises, at any rate.” Weaver takes a few steps forward to offer Kiada a hand if she wants it, before going to collect her weapons and cloak, strapping everything back on. ”Have you been to The Kraai yet?” she asks, beginning to make her way from the Academy and back through the Palace. She’d keep them inside as long as she could.
Weaver grins back, having enjoyed the fight. ”The Kraai, of course,” she says with no other explanation. ”Anything hurt you want healed? I can handle small cuts and bruises, at any rate.” Weaver takes a few steps forward to offer Kiada a hand if she wants it, before going to collect her weapons and cloak, strapping everything back on. ”Have you been to The Kraai yet?” she asks, beginning to make her way from the Academy and back through the Palace. She’d keep them inside as long as she could.
I was made to be wild, wicked, and free
