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02-05-2017, 01:29 AM
Kiada
“Yes, if that’s okay. I have little to do these days.”
Kiada nodded before stepping aside and allowing the mare through the gate. The bitterness in her voice was hard to pick out among the typical sound of her voice – and while Kiada didn’t know the siren mare very well, something did seem off. Though it only seemed to make sense considering the fact that the Falls was no longer a herdland. It was a shame, really. Kiada found the land to be remarkably beautiful, and a quiet calm place where it seemed as though one could get away with anything. But all of that was a loss for the moment, unless some vagabonds took over the land. In the meantime, Kiada began to pay more attention to the woman as she continued to speak. In the meantime, Khairi began to buzz in delight after Syrena acknowledged him – it wasn’t often that others actually looked at him and greeted him. “Like her.” Khairi passed through their bond, to which Kiada offered back a simple “me too.”
Though as they began to walk in no particular direction but along the spikes she also nodded to Syrena. “What would you like to talk about?” She questioned, and as she waited her gaze remained ahead aiming for the peak places of interest. The glass dragon would be a great point to start, she thought, and so she directed her route toward it. Then, as if to make some small talk in the silence, she tossed her inky head toward the glass spikes. “There used to be a glass wall here, but it was broken and there was glass littered everywhere. So just watch your step, I’m not sure if it’s all gone.” She tried to pass a reassuring smile to her friend before they began to walk into the mists that began flooding the inner part of the land.
If Syrena liked water, perhaps she’d like this. It wasn’t exactly the same, but at the very least it was damp and surrounded you regardless of what you did. Almost like swimming in a pool but without the extra effort (though Kiada is entirely unsure of what swimming really consists of, despite having done it only once in her life.) And while Kiada mulled over her thoughts of what Syrena might ask her, she tried to think up some questions of her own as she glanced toward the woman – wondering if her pelt color would change as the mist wrapped it’s embrace around her much like her legs did among the snow when they first met.
"Talk."
@Syrena <3 EEE
IT'S SAID SHE'S MADE OF STORM CELLS
AND A WILD WOLF'S HUNGRY HEART,
THAT SHE'S LEARNT THE LIGHTNING'S SECRET
TO RIPPING DARKENED SKIES APART.
