// 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 //
and i'm living out of time, eternal heatstroke, spiritual revolt from the waist down //
She tells herself it’s a quick trip, gathering a few things that only Torchline had. And so she arrives, perusing the market for trinkets and the like that she might be able to bring home and stockpile in her hoard of a house that she’s been cooped up for the majority of time since she’d moved from Halo back into the Grounds. To be honest, she should know better than to assume she’d not run into any familiar faces despite the region she finds herself in, but she’s naïve in the way she flits about, searching for things here and there, ignoring virtually everyone else that surrounds her.
It's that which causes her to bump into Ronin as she tries to avoid getting ran into herself by the crowd parting for a cart that pulls through, a little hissed out “fuckers,” that she grumbles about under her breath. She half turns to Ronin, not exactly looking at him, but enough in his direction to mutter her apology. “Sorry.” Before the harpy gets side tracked on a particularly brilliant gold and red set of fabrics that draws her like a moth to flame.
It's that which causes her to bump into Ronin as she tries to avoid getting ran into herself by the crowd parting for a cart that pulls through, a little hissed out “fuckers,” that she grumbles about under her breath. She half turns to Ronin, not exactly looking at him, but enough in his direction to mutter her apology. “Sorry.” Before the harpy gets side tracked on a particularly brilliant gold and red set of fabrics that draws her like a moth to flame.
i'm just a full tank away from freedom. spitfire
KIADA
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Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
