KIADA
The delight in Amalia’s laugh makes it all the more fun for the girl, and she soon pays attention to how much flour there is decorating Jigano and Amalia, having had her fun with Deimos already. They both were covered in flecks of white, and she imagines that she’ll likely continue to find it days from now. But it seems as Deimos’ booming voice erupts in laughter at the table, Kiada can’t hide her own chime of snickering that accompanies it.
It’s all in good fun, and she does her best to listen to Amalia’s instructions – focusing hard on rolling the dough out and splitting it. She flattens the four pieces that Amalia has demonstrated, marveling slightly at the ease the woman works with it, before she tries her hand at it and takes a bit longer to accomplish. But she does, and she moves on to the decorating, glancing sideways at Deimos’ snowflake and smiling softly at it – imagining that she knows the reason why the Reaper has chosen such a thing – and turns back to hers, staring at it briefly before sketching in a small bird with wide wings of flight.
“For Khairi.” She thinks to herself as Deimos leans in to speak to her. And as he does, her eyes slide toward the pale haired man innocently as if she’s trying to see what design he decides to go with. She gives Deimos a small brisk nod, watching while he dips his hand into the flower and she does the same, grabbing a large fistful – but to make it less conspicuous, she sprinkles a bit across the top of her dough innocently.
Then, when Deimos strikes in the front in an attempt to get the flour onto Deimos, she swirls around behind him to try and toss the flour toward him from behind in case he tries to step back and avoid the onslaught.
They weren’t all going to make it out of here clean.
It’s all in good fun, and she does her best to listen to Amalia’s instructions – focusing hard on rolling the dough out and splitting it. She flattens the four pieces that Amalia has demonstrated, marveling slightly at the ease the woman works with it, before she tries her hand at it and takes a bit longer to accomplish. But she does, and she moves on to the decorating, glancing sideways at Deimos’ snowflake and smiling softly at it – imagining that she knows the reason why the Reaper has chosen such a thing – and turns back to hers, staring at it briefly before sketching in a small bird with wide wings of flight.
“For Khairi.” She thinks to herself as Deimos leans in to speak to her. And as he does, her eyes slide toward the pale haired man innocently as if she’s trying to see what design he decides to go with. She gives Deimos a small brisk nod, watching while he dips his hand into the flower and she does the same, grabbing a large fistful – but to make it less conspicuous, she sprinkles a bit across the top of her dough innocently.
Then, when Deimos strikes in the front in an attempt to get the flour onto Deimos, she swirls around behind him to try and toss the flour toward him from behind in case he tries to step back and avoid the onslaught.
They weren’t all going to make it out of here clean.
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
