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Sweet heart, bitter heart [questing] - Isopia - 03-13-2017
For Isopia's quest. This is the third time the helmet has been on fire! RE: Sweet heart, bitter heart [questing] - Kiada - 04-06-2017
mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth.
The girl had an inkling to visit the place where so much of her life had started. This was the place she and her other half had found their own other half’s. Where they had found Khairi and Keusi, two feisty creatures, a canine and a scavenger, to complete the different parts of Kiada and Kianzo’s souls that had become so different over time. They were the same, when they came here and found those beautiful eggs waiting. They had moved so beautifully in sync, spoke the same sentences, dreamed the same questions. But life had a funny way of messing up what was comfortable. When Kianzo was kidnapped, all Kiada had left was Khairi. The two of them searched and scoured what felt like every inch of these lands for the beautiful mirrored face of her brother. And yet, they always came up empty. And when Kianzo returned, life was different. Stress overcome the duo as Kianzo chose to try and dictate what the filly did, who she wanted to be around, perhaps at one point even the thoughts she had. But he had no right to do such things. And then they drifted. Yet, the girl still managed to grow nostalgic. She yearned for simpler days before any of it happened, when Khairi still didn’t have a name and they had slipped away from their mother’s side for more interesting adventures. Now, she was on her own. Her father too busy with leading a herd, her mother too busy with another stupid child (a broken one, at that) and Kianzo had his own agenda to attend to. And so she was left alone to her own devices once more, slowly following the rabbit hole which was Kaos. Instead of visiting the Marsh, she chose to come to the Labyrinth, returning to the place where her and Kianzo had found their companions. And she stayed there for a decent amount of time before deciding it was time to make the trek back to the World’s Edge. However, as she began to make her way out of the maze, a brilliant light and crackling sound began to distract both Kiada and Khairi. The bird swooped by, landing in a tree some ways away from the gathering surrounding an object on fire as Kiada made her way there – her flames flickering and shifting into deer, wondering what exactly was happening. As she came closer, she spotted a vaguely familiar being, one she may have seen somewhere but couldn’t put a connection to it. Her brilliant blue gaze lingered on the fire for a moment before flickering up to Isopia with a tilt of her onyx dipped head. “What are you doing?” She questioned flatly, wanting to get straight to the point without the little “hello’s” and “how are you’s”. @Isopia sorry for the novel o-o RE: Sweet heart, bitter heart [questing] - Isopia - 04-06-2017
@Kiada RE: Sweet heart, bitter heart [questing] - Kiada - 04-06-2017
mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth.
Kiada remained standing, watching the fire as it slowly began to die out. When Isopia’s voice reached her ears, the girl nodded slightly. “Makes sense.” She noted, tilting her head as a bronze dragon began to push the helmet into the water. Then, another creature, gilded in color appeared from the water. A small giggle escaped Kiada’s lips at the aspect, and with Isopia’s own words at the act. Soon, after deciding the environment was fine for now, Khairi swooped from the tree branch and landed on top of Kiada’s withers. The flames molded and moved around the bird, illuminating him as his red eyes inspected the helmet as vapor began to rise from the helmet. Then, Isopia’s attention turned to the girl and her vulture, before asking about a quest. Immediately, Kiada’s thoughts were consumed with the tedious tasks that Isopia spoke of, on her own quest from the God of the Earth. Kiada remembered the god, from when she went with her father and twin for her father’s quest. When Isopia asked if she had been on a quest, she shook her head slightly in a fashion of saying no. “I haven’t been on one, no. But I met the God of the Earth when my father went on his own quest. Earth wanted him to gather some plants and then pickpocket someone.” She reminisced, a slight laugh escaping her pink splotched lips again. “Which I find to be a hilarious idea, especially if you know who my father is.” She added in with a slight roll of her shoulders. “However, I do wish to go on a quest. I'm going to ask for Kaos. I want to see if he'll show up, and what I might be able to learn of him.” She spoke thoughtfully, her gaze landing once again on Isopia, wondering what her reaction would be to this information. She left it open-ended. Wanting to try and see which way the woman might take her idea. @Isopia RE: Sweet heart, bitter heart [questing] - Isopia - 04-06-2017
@Kiada RE: Sweet heart, bitter heart [questing] - Kiada - 04-06-2017
mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth.
“Pickpocket?” She heard Isopia say, and she nodded with a comedic smile. “He told him to give it back afterward, but the idea in itself was strange. He quested to get better magic, to be able to protect his family.” She rolled her shoulders briefly, as if it didn’t bother her if he could protect her or not. “We were attacked by griffins when we tried to have a friendly game with all the foals in the Edge.” She offered the mare the information willingly, unsure how it could turn around and backfire to her despite attempting to be more conservative with the things she offered strangers. Though, Kiada was relieved when Isopia acknowledged her idea of questing for Kaos. Perhaps she wasn’t as crazy as everyone else thought she was? She didn’t want him dead. She admired the power that resonated around him, how he could trick and conspire people into doing his bidding. Of how he could make rules and break them as easily as lifting a hoof. It was something she aspired to; to be taken seriously despite the darkness that often lingered in her heart. “No, I don’t.” She admitted quietly, lifting her head slightly as if she was prideful that she didn’t. “The others don’t think the way that I do. But I think there’s something more about him. Perhaps he caused all that destruction to shake up the world, to show everyone they aren’t invincible.” She pondered, thinking out loud. “I think he knows more than he lead on, and I think we’ll never know his true meaning if he dies before we get the chance.” She noted, eyes glancing down to Babel for a moment before returning to Isopia. “What do you think?” She questioned, wondering what her thoughts on the matter might be, feeling that the mare wouldn’t belittle her for thinking such thoughts. @Isopia RE: Sweet heart, bitter heart [questing] - Isopia - 04-07-2017
@Kiada RE: Sweet heart, bitter heart [questing] - Kiada - 04-07-2017
mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth.
As Isopia informed Kiada that she lived in the Edge, the girl tilted her head curiously. “Really?” She murmured, ears flickering in curiosities as the deer began to flicker stronger. “I tend not to stay home much anymore. My parents weren’t pleased about my feelings on Kaos.” She noted, shifting her weight to stand more comfortably in the lush grasses of the labyrinth. “My mother is Rexanna, and my father is Tembovu the Elephant King. I am Kiada, however, since I didn’t introduce myself before.” Her voice was calm, thoughtful as she gazed upon Isopia with the information she had offered in return. Khairi was entirely intrigued by the dragons, his head tilting quickly to and fro with each movement from the gold and bronze creatures. His red raptor eyes gleaming from the light as he began to try and speak to the dragons. Opening his wings slightly, he trilled a haunting, scream-like sound from his throat that seemed guttural and distressing all the same. Though Kiada’s mind was lulling over what Isopia had said, gaining a bit of information on the Rift and what the Gods of Helovia had left and taken. “I was born after the Rifts. No one speaks of it for too long, so I don’t really know what happened. That’s partially why I’m more curious on Kaos’ take of the matter. I want to know if the Helovian Gods were right in taking them, even if they tell us it was with good intentions.” Her head shifted toward the helmet briefly once again, uncertain of what kind of information Kaos might even offer the child. “Were you there? During the battles and what happened after?” She questioned, her eyes remaining on the helmet in wonder. @Isopia RE: Sweet heart, bitter heart [questing] - Isopia - 04-10-2017
@Kiada RE: Sweet heart, bitter heart [questing] - Kiada - 04-13-2017
mama bore a girl with a gun for a mouth.
Khairi was extremely pleased with Hubris’ own call back. His wings spread and beating with his call. Khairi, meanwhile, along Kiada’s back, did the same. His own pale wings extending and flapping while his crimson eyes shifted from the bronze dragon to the unnerving gold one. His head moved close to Babel, still a safe distance away on the girl’s back, and opened his beak slightly, cooing in his haunting tone until he clamped his jaw shut with an audible clack. No matter how much the vulture wanted to see Hubris, with Babel’s unnerving gaze, he wasn’t going to chance anything. Kiada nodded to Isopia, filing the name away for later – uncertain why she didn’t just give a name like everyone else, and if it was a name given or one simply chosen. Would she be able to get away calling herself something and having others begin to use it instead of her simple name? It seemed like a hassle, in all honesty. But the girl didn’t dwell on it for long, as Isopia began to answer her questions. Happily, Kiada’s gaze remained on the Mountain that Knows, listening eagerly with perked ears, waiting to be a sponge that soaked up every bit of information. “I was born in the Blood Falls.” She murmured quietly as she listened, nodding along as Isopia continued. “Hmm.” She added in as well, eyes trailing to the helmet as Isopia mentioned it and the god it had come from. Then, with a question and a shrug of her shoulders, Kiada’s gaze returned to the Mountain with a small frown growing on her lips. “I don’t think it was.” She noted, eyes gleaming thoughtfully. “What if they weren’t so bad? What if it was as if the Gods of another land had taken word of how our gods treat those that disobey and chose to extract us and kill them?” She questioned, shrugging her shoulders as well. “I don’t blame him for being upset. I would be too. I do find it incredible how calm he was as Kisamoa before his reveal. Hardly anyone seemed to suspect anything. Even when the Goddess appeared, it seemed as if it was normal.” She pondered quietly, eyes growing distant with her thoughts. @Isopia RE: Sweet heart, bitter heart [questing] - Isopia - 04-17-2017
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