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!
The Marauder was docked at Jack Tar Landing for the Deepfrost season with few plans to travel. This time of year was not kind to ships on the water. If The Marauder could fly, she would be more than happy to continue her pirating escapades, but the choppy waves didn't really give her an option. Instead, Thal and her crew had to spend the colder months docked like hibernating grizzlies, waiting for the weather to warm and allow them to begin their cycle of violence again.
Stepping up to the edge of the dock, she turned to look at the ship. The small frigate was built for speed, its sleek hull and large sails helping it fly across the water easily. Despite the artistry of its structure, the damage of the plummeting moon months before had taken a toll on it. Large sections of mismatched wood had served to patch the damages done by the falling debris, interrupting the beauty of the ship.
Thal frowned at the sad sight and decided to take advantage of the decorating mood that everyone seemed to be in. Stalking to the nearby market, she gathered a bundle of supplies, including a new can of black paint and small baubles. She hadn't treated her ship with proper TLC recently and a small amount of shame caused her to place a gentle hand on her hull. "Let's get you looking pretty for the new season." Grabbing a paintbrush, Thal got to work.
hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
Lena had avoided any notions of the tournament in Torchline; not her kind of scene, and instead opted for a day trip along the stretches of the Grounds’ port, hoping to either gain information, unfurl her nervous edges, or shop. Had anyone there heard of Sohalia’s exploits and disappearance? Had there been anything new to report? Perhaps at some point she’d track down Maea too, because initially all the Caretaker had wanted to do was hide – but given the freedom and liberty of her movements and motions, she opted to continue pretending as if nothing was amiss.
And while that was far from the truth, her noble and dignified features could hide multitudes of pretenses, and so it was with a calm demeanor, and a leashed Mittens, that she ventured from the skyport and towards the long stretch of dock around the Jack Tar Landing. She might have otherwise persisted onward, but her companion stopped and stared at a ship nearby, clearly being painted, and snagged with baubles. A festive occasion that she’d yet to participate in, given the way the seasons had been playing out.
She would’ve just waved and carried on, but Mittens opted to offer an ungodly screech, and make its way towards the shiny objects. “No,” she breathed in a calm, placating manner, but was yanked along anyway.
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all
Of the things on her Deepfrost bingo card, having an abominable snowball screeching past her head was not one of them. Its piercing cry had her wincing and clasping her hands over her ears. Oceanic excursions didn't usually include obnoxious noises or snow. "Hey!" Thal waved her hands to shoo the small creature away from the fragile baubles. "Those are mine! Leave them alone!" In the dramatic waving of her arms, her foot bumped the paint can at her face, tilting it precariously on the edge of the pier. Growling in frustration, she abandoned the baubles to snag the handle before it toppled off into the sea.
Thal shot a deadly glare at the snowball and threatened in a low voice, "I will kill you if you break any of those. I paid good money for them." As she spoke the words, she noticed that a leash was trailing away from the white bundle, leading to an exasperated woman. With an annoyed indication to the screeching animal, she asked, "Is this unpleasant creature yours?"
hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
It was a fortunate thing that Lena hadn’t heard the threats layered upon her companion, because for the days she’d been having, those particular sentiments might have caused her to implode. Instead, she trailed after the snowball with graceful, long-limbed ease, with a dose of the frenetic panic settling in.
By the time she reached the beast, it had puffed itself up to three times its size, screaming at the top of its lungs. “Sorry!” She yelled immediately, snagging at the leash trailing from its collar. “Yes,” she winced, because they’d been working on this for so long and gods – she ensured the string was tight in her grasp before yanking Mittens back. It puffed and huffed and ceased the dramatic tantrum, long enough to blow a raspberry at the captain. “So sorry, again.” From there, she started a visible retreat, keeping the snowball close at hand while it gave a mulish glance back at the shiny baubles.
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all
