KIADA
She agrees with Jigano and Deimos’ sentiments as she eyes the bread laden with herbs and spices, but as she calls Deimos out in his attempts at humor, she notices as her hand leaves the flour that engulfs her friend’s beard and chest, that Jigano takes note of it. She has no fear of Amalia, despite coming to offer her help, and as Amalia speaks of the least amount of flour adorning the person would win a prize she laughs a chiming bubbling sound with the woman. Kiada knows she will not win, not with the war started with the Reaper. But the grin on his face and the way his hands reach into the flour and grip onto her face, pushing her lips out in a fish way and mentions if he’d lie to her, she wants to laugh. Instead, with her face still squeezed by the Reaper, she manages a distorted sound. “I fink so.”
Deimos releases her face finally yet not before adorning her with more flour, and she hisses a laugh under her breath — a part of her feeling bad for Jigano in the mess between the two of them, but she cannot be outdone. And Amalia announces their turn to start to knead the bread, and she fills her hands with flour to get started. Turning out her bread and beginning to knead it, she eyes Deimos a bit warily though a wolfish grin sits on her lips, turning the edges up. After a few moments, she reaches up with her arm to push back the stray dark hairs from her face, adorning her with a sprinkling of more flour along her nose. And with the motion, she takes her floury hand and turns it to Deimos with a sprinkle of flour along his head before her hands return to the bread.
Then, as if to make it more difficult for him, she bows her elbows out and pushes into Deimos to throw him off with his own kneading; that same mischievous grin along the Harpy’s face.
Deimos releases her face finally yet not before adorning her with more flour, and she hisses a laugh under her breath — a part of her feeling bad for Jigano in the mess between the two of them, but she cannot be outdone. And Amalia announces their turn to start to knead the bread, and she fills her hands with flour to get started. Turning out her bread and beginning to knead it, she eyes Deimos a bit warily though a wolfish grin sits on her lips, turning the edges up. After a few moments, she reaches up with her arm to push back the stray dark hairs from her face, adorning her with a sprinkling of more flour along her nose. And with the motion, she takes her floury hand and turns it to Deimos with a sprinkle of flour along his head before her hands return to the bread.
Then, as if to make it more difficult for him, she bows her elbows out and pushes into Deimos to throw him off with his own kneading; that same mischievous grin along the Harpy’s face.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
