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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11-27-2021, 03:03 PM (This post was last modified: 11-27-2021, 03:05 PM by Noah.)
NOAH
Noah stroked the top of the dragon's head as she asked for it. He felt a surge as he did so, but it was not from the dragon. It was from his own companion, coming back to him from her fishing endeavor. It didn't take long for Eira to find her bondmate. She approached with long, sweeping arcs until she finally landed, close to Noah on the other side of where the dragon pressed against him. The griffin's golden eyes turned to the creature and, though her features were stoic, she lifted her beak some. Noah instinctively let his fingers run through her crown feathers. "This is Eira." He said, smiling down at the companion for a moment before turning his eyes back towards Anju.
"That is quite a few." Noah regarded, nodding along to the list she provided. He wondered if all of the demigods were as well known in Stormbreak, or if Anju had a greater knowledge because of her place as one of Ronin's soldiers -- though she did not say she had met Ronin, Noah assumed it was a given because of her place in the dragoons and Ronin's place as the Dragon. Either way, he didn't linger on the thoughts too long. "You've met Ludo?" He asked, brows lifting with curiosity. "I've not talked with anyone about Ludo before, though I did once help my friend on a quest they sent her on." The memory of Weaver came flooding back, of one of their many successful hunts for the herald to enchant her scythe.