Kiada

There was a voice that rang across the land – rather familiar as she racked her mind about who it belonged to. Khairi had been busy hunting, finally capturing a small mouse in his clutches. He returned with it back to Kiada, his pale head slightly covered in blood, thinking over who the voice belonged to as well. “Kisamoa” was his croaky, cold response in her mind. The filly still hadn’t gotten used to hearing the vulture’s voice in her mind, but regardless of how many times it surprised her, it had an odd way of calming the fiery child.

She tiptoed gingerly toward the gathering, finding the group rather small. And as she listened to what the strange god had to say, she surveyed the crowd searching for her brother. She wasn’t as intent on seeking out the boy as she had been in all the previous gatherings – for he was home, with her, always the face she could wake up to now. And the little charm that hung around her neck, with a little image of Khairi and a spitting image of the colt, seemed to make her feel ever closer to the ashenheart.

As she listened, however, her gaze landed on the familiar figure of the spotted tusked boy – or well, young man he was growing into. The last time she had seen him, they were lanky and strangely disproportionate, yet his long coat seemed to cover anything weird his body might have had whilst his growth spurts. She wasn’t as lucky, with her legs long and muscles filling out in strange ways – but now, now she was just about a year old, and she had filled out and grown some, her long legs filling in with muscle allowing her body to seem more like an agile version of her fathers. Muscle instead of fat, pound for pound, her spots growing and glistening with an almost opalescent hue as she purposefully made her way toward Ru’in’s side.

She gazed up to him briefly under white lashes with mischievous blue eyes and a small smirk on her lips. “Hello, stranger.” She said to him – opposite of her previous nervous persona. This version of herself was confident, in a strange but exciting way for her. Her flames danced as griffons in response to her confidence, while Khairi sat upon her back digging into the little mouse he had captured, covering himself and her own back in a small river of blood. “I think I’ll go get started on some bones, care to join me?” She questioned, stepping a bit further from him and looking back at him from over her shoulder – her ebony tail swaying with the movement.

"Talk."