dominoes of indiscretions down

KIADA curl your hands into fists, and sharpen your nails. He says nothing to her suggestion, nodding instead which is good enough for the Harpy. She doesn’t require constant chatting, only enough to get the point across. And besides, Deimos and her had a proven track record of working well together, and she doesn’t plan on changing that anytime soon. So she moves with him, both like shadows against the writhing, vibrant forest before them in an attempt to explore and yet be cautious all the same. They don’t know what awaits them out there, and she’s not one to be caught out for ignorance. And she trusts Deimos (quite a bit actually) and would rather explore with no one other than he for the sheer knowledge and advantage it is. While Deimos’ mind might be swimming with all the other options that happened before and in other worlds and lives, Kiada’s is sharp and focused. She lets nothing lead her away from paying attention to the task at hand, not her brother or mother or Khairi wherever he is. Her icy gaze swivels from tree to tree focusing and perceiving it not as a threat until she gets to the next one and they move on. Deimos’ voice pauses her in her viewing – and she looks where he does, a speck of light that dances and dusts the wood and bark that it filters through. She watches it move, as though it were dancing toward the shifting beams, and the Harpy follows the Reaper’s suit, watching the ball of light as it continues to dance and glimmer. For a moment, it reminds her of the Hope orbs that followed her wherever she went. To spread the light and restore the land. But this one, this one gives her pause. She trusts absolutely none of it and avoids it the best she can as well. Her head tilts and she regards it as she leans toward Deimos. “I don’t like it.” She announces to him quietly, figuring that he had come to the same result as if his steps to avoid it were any indication. the next time a man tells you to smile, show him bloodstained teeth.