[seasonal event] 100 bad days

KIADA we are all just fighting to survive a world, where 'i miss you' doesn't mean I'm coming back. The Harpy wanders the street with the Luxere in tow, casually trying to find things to do to keep her mind from wandering too far. But she has gotten better since Longnight — has come out of the shell she had been, cocooned up and afraid to let anyone close. But she has, now, has met Deimos and reconnected; she has also found quite a few acquaintances with Amalia and those within her bakery. But it’s still not enough to keep her mind from tossing her toward those dark ocean waves, threatening to take control. And so she wanders, in the midst of the places most people lived. Yet, she does not live here. She lives in the settlement, in a home not yet converted to a business of sorts. She doesn’t know what she wants it to be, yet, but she wants it there nonetheless. And besides, the Domicles are a place she has not ventured to yet; she has had no need to. But upon her approach and her walk, dressed in dark pants and boots with a tight fitting shirt among (finding no need for jackets and furs when the sun shone so brightly above). Her hair, long and dark, is braided back away from her face and no longer the unruly tangles that captured her wildness. But what it does reveal, is the large scar on the side of her neck, it’s whirls and raised skin casting shadows along the paler parts of her. But she doesn’t mind the scar. She’s come to love it in a strange way, a way that teaches her that things aren’t always going to be pretty. She also thinks it gives her a bit of a menacing vibe, the kind that kept the light of heart away; and she wishes to keep that trend going. Her and Auni continue to walk the streets until she comes upon a part of the street, broken apart by rubble and perhaps a fallen statue toward the Atheneum that no one has taken care of yet. The Luxere, curious as always, bounds with clacking hooves toward the fallen statue and debris from the roadway — likely caused from the events over Longnight. And Kiada approaches it, running a hand gently along Auni’s pale ears as she kneels to inspect the damage and figure out where to start. It would be a hazard if left this way, and on a day like this she cannot imagine spending it doing anything else. This, at the very least, was challenging and would do wonders to keep her mind from wandering too. Caiside and 'I love you' doesn't mean I'll stay...