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06-03-2017, 06:44 PM
history is written
by the victors
by the victors
Her father had been up early, it seemed. No longer King of the land, he roamed whenever he wanted but remained home with her mother. It was a nice sentiment, she guessed, but it made things a bit more annoying. She was a healer now, tending to plants and finding them out and about, and while she never really did those tasks, that was what she told them she was doing. And after the reunion with her brother, things began to feel right again, even the slightest bit comforting. It reminded her of when she’d sneak out of the Basin to the Threshold, doing her best to be inconspicuous despite returning home with the occasional creature.
This was different in a way. She was an adult now, and her father didn’t really have any power over her. And where he might have held power as being the ruler, he had given up that role and pertained to just being a family man. So when her father left that day, and Kianzo shortly after, Kiada and Khairi thought it best to follow them. She, too, was quiet as she crept up behind the two, silently surveying how much Kianzo resembled her father, but in a much more charming and handsome way.
His voice murmured a hello to the Elephant King, and Kiada quietly stepped in as well just after Kianzo’s magic left his chest. As she approached, she reached her pink muzzle out to her twin’s gilded hip before offering him a small smile. “Hello, father.” She reiterated from her brother, sounding much similar but far more feminine. Then, as if she were to help as well, Khairi flew from a nearby tree, gathering trash and things of the like into a small pile before Kiada sent one small fiery tornado into the pile to burn it to ash.
"Talk."
This was different in a way. She was an adult now, and her father didn’t really have any power over her. And where he might have held power as being the ruler, he had given up that role and pertained to just being a family man. So when her father left that day, and Kianzo shortly after, Kiada and Khairi thought it best to follow them. She, too, was quiet as she crept up behind the two, silently surveying how much Kianzo resembled her father, but in a much more charming and handsome way.
His voice murmured a hello to the Elephant King, and Kiada quietly stepped in as well just after Kianzo’s magic left his chest. As she approached, she reached her pink muzzle out to her twin’s gilded hip before offering him a small smile. “Hello, father.” She reiterated from her brother, sounding much similar but far more feminine. Then, as if she were to help as well, Khairi flew from a nearby tree, gathering trash and things of the like into a small pile before Kiada sent one small fiery tornado into the pile to burn it to ash.
"Talk."
kiada
hi :D
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.
