From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
every time i think i've finally made it, i learn i'm farther away than i have ever been before
The Kraai bustled with activity, despite a clear lack of organization and care. With Weaver gone, no one had really stepped up to take the mantel. He thought that was probably out of fear--fear of tarnishing the lost-Warden's memory, and fear of Korbin trying to burn them alive. He didn't blame them, and even though his whiskey was served to him in a decent manner, he knew something around here would need to change soon. Even after the Grounders would head back home, he was sure that the activity level would not change.
His hours spent at the bar were good for him. He gained some knowledge, he heard some complaints, and he observed. If Noah was anything, it was observant. His time on the tundra tracking and hunting and planning and herding had given him that skill. There were very few things that happened in the Olson's life that he didn't notice--and when he did, it was probably because it didn't matter. The woman sitting at the bar--one he recognized briefly from the bar games they all played before their lives exploded, and the one known to be the advisor of the Grounders--was not lost on him. He watched her out of the corner of his eye for a while before he slid towards her, taking up an empty stool on her right.
"What's its name?" He asked, glacier eyes tipping down to the dwarfed luxere she kept showing affection to.
