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”.