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02-12-2017, 03:43 AM
Kiada
The filly had slipped away to visit Ru’in, leaving the Edge for a daring escape, sure to come back to Kianzo’s angry wrath of her departure. But she couldn’t exactly tell him where he was going, so she remained silent on her ventures. If only she had a good explanation for her adventure. She would probably smell like the North, the place they were raised and born into, molded by in some instances. She tried to keep herself warm by cantering her way out of the Frostbreath Steppe, with Khairi ahead scouting when he acknowledged her to a familiar form. At the mention of Syrena, Kiada began to relax some, turning her attention into that direction. Perhaps the siren mare could be her excuse!
As she approached, she slowed to a stop. Her chest heaving from her run as sweat beaded against her pelt, darkening her buckskin hide into various shades of gold. “Syrena!” She called out, laughing partially to herself at the circumstances she almost always found her friend in. But then, she noticed the Edge, and Khairi noticed it too. The bird landed a bit away, his large form white against the rockery that surrounded the Steppe as his blood red gaze remained on it as a toad appeared. “Oh?” It came out as a whisper, as she craned her head and tilted it to the side to make sure she was seeing things correctly. Was that a frog of some sort?
Laughter bubbled in Khairi’s chest as he cooed out to the toad, meanwhile Kiada continued to leave the gentle smile upon her face. “Is it your companion? What are you gonna name it?” She asked quietly, her blue gaze landing on the dark mare curiously, her white rimmed ears flicking toward her.
"Talk."
@Syrena :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.
