Kiada
“There would be retaliation.” Deimos informs her, and she nods her head in a quick bob and bright grin. “I’d expect nothing less.” She smirks to him with a quiet laugh. If he didn’t fight back to her for attempting such a thing, she’d know for sure that the real Deimos had died and someone else (far less fun) had taken his place. But he’s still the same one, if any indication given by the teasing threats he offers are available. She watches him briefly then, as he scratches Auni’s head and the little Luxere bounds off to go harass other party goers.
And as the Harpy speaks of worms and the other things the Festival has, she glances back to him to notice that he’s disappeared in a way. He’s close, she knows that from the body that stands at Amalia’s stall, and she raises a brow curiously before prowling closer to watch the interaction. She doesn’t interact, not until she hears the woman’s offer – and she agrees with the older woman. If Deimos didn’t dance with Amalia, well, that would be tragic and well worth fighting the Reaper to put flowers in his beard if he didn’t give her a dance.
As Deimos says “Deal”, she claps her hands with a wide grin and a quiet “yes!” As though part of the success was her own doing – it wasn’t, but she could pretend, right? That’s when she notices the smaller boy standing behind Deimos and awaiting the stall for the food – sidling up beside him with a small nod of her dark head and cheeky grin. “Hey, I don’t know you, but you should try and grab one of the breads with a bird on it.” She suggests to him, pointing toward it with a proud grin. “I made that one.” Her piercing eyes slip from the bread and the stall to land onEmmett.
And as the Harpy speaks of worms and the other things the Festival has, she glances back to him to notice that he’s disappeared in a way. He’s close, she knows that from the body that stands at Amalia’s stall, and she raises a brow curiously before prowling closer to watch the interaction. She doesn’t interact, not until she hears the woman’s offer – and she agrees with the older woman. If Deimos didn’t dance with Amalia, well, that would be tragic and well worth fighting the Reaper to put flowers in his beard if he didn’t give her a dance.
As Deimos says “Deal”, she claps her hands with a wide grin and a quiet “yes!” As though part of the success was her own doing – it wasn’t, but she could pretend, right? That’s when she notices the smaller boy standing behind Deimos and awaiting the stall for the food – sidling up beside him with a small nod of her dark head and cheeky grin. “Hey, I don’t know you, but you should try and grab one of the breads with a bird on it.” She suggests to him, pointing toward it with a proud grin. “I made that one.” Her piercing eyes slip from the bread and the stall to land on
I think I am dangerous now...
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
