if through some miracle, you are granted the chance to see him again
whether in this life or the next
Honestly, she wasn’t concerned about it in the slightest. She’d been in the Grounds by herself for years now since Ru’in, a few trysts with Ezra before he’d perished last LongNight, but as for the rest of them? She’d remained alone – unless of course there was something Chulane was thinking of that spurred some anxieties of faithfulness. She can’t imagine what, and it’s washed away immediately as he flashes a smile her way and a squeeze of her gloved hand in his.
She lets her hand linger in his, mimicking the smile and growing it a bit wider, leaning into him briefly before she’s looking at the path they take ahead again – toward the Portal, toward her home with the rest of the Grounders and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t both anxious and excited at the idea to learn what had changed. She hopes Deimos and Amalia had made it out okay, hopes everyone else has too.
As he tugs her toward him, his head angling near her ear, she leans into the soft kiss. “Sure.” She agrees with a nod, moving to drop her small bag with Auni to trot along and hold. “I suppose I can share.” She teases him lightly, an arm swooping around his middle to squeeze close briefly before suddenly the woman is replaced by the vulture – wings pumping to take her toward the sky.
And she does leave her link open for him, sharing the feeling and sensation of the wind beneath her feathers, the currents and dips and curves of each pressure changing that float her this way and that. She circles languidly, moving toward the edge of the Grounders in the lead, before swooping back toward the back to ensure they hadn’t lost anyone. So what'cha think?
She lets her hand linger in his, mimicking the smile and growing it a bit wider, leaning into him briefly before she’s looking at the path they take ahead again – toward the Portal, toward her home with the rest of the Grounders and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t both anxious and excited at the idea to learn what had changed. She hopes Deimos and Amalia had made it out okay, hopes everyone else has too.
As he tugs her toward him, his head angling near her ear, she leans into the soft kiss. “Sure.” She agrees with a nod, moving to drop her small bag with Auni to trot along and hold. “I suppose I can share.” She teases him lightly, an arm swooping around his middle to squeeze close briefly before suddenly the woman is replaced by the vulture – wings pumping to take her toward the sky.
And she does leave her link open for him, sharing the feeling and sensation of the wind beneath her feathers, the currents and dips and curves of each pressure changing that float her this way and that. She circles languidly, moving toward the edge of the Grounders in the lead, before swooping back toward the back to ensure they hadn’t lost anyone. So what'cha think?
you are, and always shall be, his
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
