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!
"Ah...Yes. She is here. But ... well. I will need to explain." Remi said vaguely, wincing slightly. He'd taken it all in stride that Isla was now a unicorn. So far the only people he'd had to explain it to were Sam and Rory, who both took it rather well. The next day however, the memories seemed more strange and bizarre the longer he thought of them, and the tale didn't quite roll of his tongue as it had the night before.
Remi sighed with initial relief. Not hers. But of course that left the obvious question: whose?
Too concerned to do anything more than nod as she mentioned having met a boy (rather than grinning or nudging her).
Remi's mouth dropped open as she mentioned that they were all dead. With a hasty gasp, he pulled Phoebe towards him again, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his cheek to the top of her head. She continued speaking and it just ... he believed her of course, and with all the madness of LongNight what wouldn't he believe at this point, but gods it was just all so...so...so cruel.
'And it was a monster? Not Brahm?" Remi asked, then belatedly shook his head. If it was Brahm she would have said...Hugging her tightly before releasing her, Remi let his eyes trail down her 'outfit' now with a sad smile. "Here—" He said softly, reaching out to touch the ruined fabric of her shirt. As he did so, the clothing she wore ('skirt' included) became a pale pebble-blue dress, free of blood.
"Emmett." The alchemist said under his breath, storing the name away for later like any older brother might do. "And is he alright?"
REMI
Everything looks perfect from far away
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.