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!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Sam had gone home from the infirmary after a day or so, when his injuries were healed enough that for a normal person it would have taken two weeks. He went home and immediately curled up in one of his chairs, staring at the other and willing himself back in time to when Remi had been sat there. It had been awkward, a little uncomfortable...but that was nothing compared to the rawness in his chest now.
He visited as often as he could, but Remi was nearly always asleep and Sam just felt like he was in the way of Isla and the nurses. It wasn't like they were really together anyway. They were...something-maybes, almosts. He felt like he didn't deserve to sit at Remi's bedside for too long and would always leave after about half an hour, hugging himself and refusing to look at anyone else upon his exit.
It was time for another one of his short visits, a few days since the incident. He had begun to wonder if Remi would ever properly wake up, or if he would just remain a grim totem to Sam's awful mistake. In desperate hopefulness he took some more dried flowers and wrote Remi's name in a flowing script on a little label which he attached to them.
Arriving at the infirmary, he walked right away to Remi's room, keeping his head low so he didn't have time to look at someone and convince himself he was bothering them. As soon as he entered, he saw that Remi was sitting up (and shirtless, which drew a widening of his eyes that quickly diminished when he remembered the context) and paused for just a moment.
"Remi..? I-it is me, Samuel. I hope..I know you m-might be...mad at me. But...I b-brought you some flowers..." He took a few nervous steps forward and placed them on the counter beside him, looking to Remi then casting a confused glance at the handle coming from the ceiling. Had that always been there..?
Samuel
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind
All of these words