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!
I can't wait for this no more,
My eyes have come undone
The Sentinel does not let his eyes wander around to anyone, save for one person. Deimos is given a brief point of contact, and a rush over the attuned bond. After that, he silences himself, his emotions, and cuts all tethers to those attuned around him. He traveled with the queen from Torchline. His heart ached, the pain reaching deep down and surrounding him. Last year, Ludo granted him time with Weaver, and she had reassured him that Korbin was still alive. Then, the hunter found him. He brought him home and brought him back to health and nurtured him...but it was not enough. Noah could not protect him from the world and he failed. He had failed the Hales. Each of them died and there was nothing Noah could do about it -- nothing he could have done about it.
Erebor knew how to fight. Weaver knew to avoid dragons. Korbin knew how to swim.
Noah swallowed the lump in his throat as he placed the lantern near the one Maeve had made for the boy. It was as intricate and beautiful as Noah could manage. Compared to the lantern at its side it was a crude creation, but it was full of the love that Noah felt for the youngest Hale and all the things they had been through together. Forgive me... He thought, lowering his head and closing his eyes -- nothing but grief consuming him, silent in on himself, unable to be heard by the others.