There was a pull, a tug at the duo as they made their way across the Rotunda. Kiada had never been to this place, but she remembered it from the stories her mother told her – of how the land was one of her favorites, how it gave her the ability to forget about her worries and troubles and simply be at peace. Yet, as Kiada found her way here without her brother once more, Khairi fluttered above her with an unamused pull at their bond. The vulture was bored, and Kiada was trying to figure out what made this place one of her mother’s favorites. It was dull and boring, aside from the colorful glass that created colored streams of light. Perhaps it resembled her mother more than she originally thought – dull, boring, but with a spark of something unique. Perhaps that’s why her mother found peace with it. But for now, Kiada surely didn’t.

Of course, it wasn’t until she heard the sound of something beckoning them closer. Khairi instantly grew curious, beginning to fly in the direction of the call. His raptor’s scarlet gaze searching for the creature of the call. Kiada wasn’t far from his heels, however, using him as an extra set of eyes. And when they arrived, they spotted a sly feline wrapped around a tree. Her oceanic gaze immediately was glued to the creature as it began to flicker in and out, smoke billowing quietly from his spots. Kiada began to feel a bit closer to the creature, the flames that cascaded along her back – a pointless display, only useful for casting emotion, flickered with proud lions, courageous in their approach toward the grinning, smoking serval. His voice reached to her, and she began to ignore her surroundings, completely wrapped up in what the creature had to say. But when he finished, Kiada’s brows furrowed together as she thought.

Khairi landed upon her withers in a calm fashion, keeping his gaze on the feline as his bonded thought about what to say. If she had the chance to ask the gods anything and have it happen, what would it be? Well, she was still young. She still had a lot to learn and many events to live through, but there was one thing she kept on her mind, hopeful in the fact that nobody would find her stupid for asking. A simple request, at least so she thought, of being able to feel more useful than a pointless face among many other faces, only able to try and manipulate the best she could without any true power behind it. When she lifted her ebony head to view the serval, he had completely disappeared from the branch he sat upon to another tree branch. Her eyes followed, flickering to the new location before she began to pipe up. “I would ask to be useful, to have a purpose.” She noted, her gaze narrowing slightly on the serval. “To be more like my brother.”  

"Talk."