KIADA
the harpy
She decides easily that she could get used to Mallorie’s company — something interestingly familiar with the way the woman seems to think that reminds her of her own quick mind. Survivors, of a sort. At least Mallorie was in good company among many of the other survivors Kiada watched over. They all continue to walk down the hallway leading to the Academy, the warmth of the palace remains stark in contrast to the rest of the outside world, and she begins to shed her outermost layers and gloves as they settle into the room.
Mallorie’s question is met with a light sigh. “It is. The Arcane Academy.” She adds on, a soft sort of contemplative look crossing her face. “I tried to get them to move into the Kraai but they weren’t really having any of it. Half have chosen to stay here. Half there. I spend my days between them all and ensuring they have what they need and aren’t causing too much shit that we overstay our welcome.” She comments, a small laugh leaving her. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?” A small probing question as she hangs her outer coat and sets her gloves into a fur lined pocket.
Mallorie’s question is met with a light sigh. “It is. The Arcane Academy.” She adds on, a soft sort of contemplative look crossing her face. “I tried to get them to move into the Kraai but they weren’t really having any of it. Half have chosen to stay here. Half there. I spend my days between them all and ensuring they have what they need and aren’t causing too much shit that we overstay our welcome.” She comments, a small laugh leaving her. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?” A small probing question as she hangs her outer coat and sets her gloves into a fur lined pocket.
she's fire and ice. you'll fear the cold and crave the burn
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
