The filly had darted away from the tiny pine needle beds that her parents had thought to be suitable for the moment. She wondered how long her father, the King of this land had spent sleeping in such a horrible place. Even her mother knew the struggle it was, so used to the confines of a cave in the Basin where the warmth reverberated from the stone and the cavern that shielded them from winds and snowstorms, with beds made of far dead grasses and feathers, and whatever else they could rummage around in the frosty north. This was different, the child felt so exposed, and so she had spoken with her mother about it, to find a place fit for a King and their princess and prince – when Kianzo was found of course – that he’d be overly excited to return to.

However, her plans had been slashed as she danced through the woods as a call erupted from a part of the herd Kiada hadn’t ventured to just yet. Her bright oceanic gaze, though darkened some by the reminder of her missing puzzle piece, darted to and fro, brows furrowing in an attempt to find the correct place where the call had come from. She was familiar with herd meetings already, and she knew that if she were to be missing from this event that her father would be quite angry with her. So rather than sit there and take an argument, she came to the call. It was a woman’s voice, however, and Kiada barely recognized it until she came into view of the gathering.

Though part of her was still sorely upset over the encounter she had during their welcome into the Edge, she still wanted to spend time with him. And when she saw him standing next to a familiar face – Alysanne – she took the chance to join him. Of course, she had to stop and greet the painted Pegasus that had basically guaranteed her survival – seeing that her mother and brother made it back to the Basin safely – and she offered the Queen a dip of her head and a smile across her pink splotched lips. The flames across her back danced in a trio of elephants and lions as she moved over to Tembovu, standing beside him and pressing her ink dipped head to her father’s massive cannon bone. And when they spoke of missing people, a mysterious Mauja that Kiada hadn’t met before, she seemingly felt nothing at the man’s missing. The important thing was when her father mentioned Kianzo, in which her flames grew more elephants and her bright oceanic gaze darkened yet again. She watched in silence as the group grew, spotting her mother among the crowd and a painted woman that tore off after the announcement into the woods. She watched her go, yet said nothing. All she had for now was silence.

"Talk?"

"I play with the fire of my own truth,
I will burn for the things I love."