(RQ) with my sympathy

// i'm pedal to the metal make no mistake, this is my pity party, pity party
and i'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke, spiritual revolt from the waist down //

“Hmm.” She comments quietly as they make their way through the dark, stepping over roots and leaves long since dropped, leaves that reach out far longer than she’s ever seen anything reach out for. Kiada constantly reaches down to check that her throwing knives are still settled on her thigh and ultimately keeps the machete easily resting on her shoulder as they pick their way through. “So… I suppose keep going until something tries to grab us?” She asks, pursing her lips and casting her iceberg gaze back toward Elide with a hint of a smile within her gaze.

“I’m willing to bet it’s a fluke.” She offers with a nonchalant shrug. Though it isn’t unlike the Harpy to simply kill first and ask questions later. She knows that Elide prefers her research and Kiada won’t prevent it.

Much, at least.

If something does come at her though she doesn’t plan on stopping to observe it rather than taking it down.

They continue their little walk and there’s the sound of rustling leaves in the distance, something disturbing the very jungle they walk through and also disturb. And Kiada pauses, her freehand reaching out to keep Elide from stepping any further. “Listen…” She whispers, scanning the growth.

i'm just a full tank away from freedom. spitfire

KIADA