KIADA
the harpy
The appearance of Aisha’s feline-esque canines brighten Kiada’s mood quite a bit as she unloads her bag. She opens it all up for the Attuned to look through, all of it laid out specifically for the Guildmaster to peruse – everything from the times before even Aisha had arrived. There are notes of the Spire Demon within, vague enough but with a little marking to signify its death. The rest of it, though, familiar things to her from the Grounds, a few little things from Halo and the Greatwood as well.
And perhaps… Just perhaps, Kiada had included a small tidbit on the Tulminhar, something that she’d noted to absolutely never harm, but something that should remain to be feared. After all, Kiada in her previous life before the Climb, had been kidnapped by the Fae, sacrificed to their Tulminhar, and lived to tell the tale.
Luckily for her, Aisha distracts her as she runs a finger along the spine of another journal, her iceberg gaze lifting to the other woman’s face before a bright cheery laugh leaves her. “Oh yes. All good things.” She chimes, settling in and grabbing a blank piece of paper and a quill with some ink, pausing when Aisha hands the Ascended the list.
Dragons.
Her head tilts as she regards it before her gaze flickers up. “Dragons… Well, Deimos met the white one in the Fangs. Perhaps he may be beneficial to attaining information?” She considers for a moment. “It was the one that had killed Adam and Peter… Sunjata’s voyage.” Her lips purse a bit in distaste at the Governor’s name. “If memory serves, however, Adam and Peter are back. I believe Adam lives in Torchline now as well. Do you know if it’s the white one they want to go after? Or perhaps to try and gain information on other types?” Her head tilts as she looks back to Aisha with a hint of predatory stillness she hasn’t quite mastered to look normal since returning from the dead.
And perhaps… Just perhaps, Kiada had included a small tidbit on the Tulminhar, something that she’d noted to absolutely never harm, but something that should remain to be feared. After all, Kiada in her previous life before the Climb, had been kidnapped by the Fae, sacrificed to their Tulminhar, and lived to tell the tale.
Luckily for her, Aisha distracts her as she runs a finger along the spine of another journal, her iceberg gaze lifting to the other woman’s face before a bright cheery laugh leaves her. “Oh yes. All good things.” She chimes, settling in and grabbing a blank piece of paper and a quill with some ink, pausing when Aisha hands the Ascended the list.
Dragons.
Her head tilts as she regards it before her gaze flickers up. “Dragons… Well, Deimos met the white one in the Fangs. Perhaps he may be beneficial to attaining information?” She considers for a moment. “It was the one that had killed Adam and Peter… Sunjata’s voyage.” Her lips purse a bit in distaste at the Governor’s name. “If memory serves, however, Adam and Peter are back. I believe Adam lives in Torchline now as well. Do you know if it’s the white one they want to go after? Or perhaps to try and gain information on other types?” Her head tilts as she looks back to Aisha with a hint of predatory stillness she hasn’t quite mastered to look normal since returning from the dead.
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
