The pair had traversed through the thick heat of Scorch to find various plants that they could bring back to Halyven in the attempts of starting a sort of herb collection. Khairi had managed to craft some strange, haphazard looking bag that he carried slung in his sharp beak that held the contents of their travels. So far, there wasn’t much to it, aside from a small amount of a strange looking weed that interested Kiada enough to pick a few and keep them to see what kind of properties it might hold. After gathering a few of those and tossing them into Khairi’s bag, Kiada continued to climb the Summit in futile attempts at finding some other things to accompany the Sunweed.
Sweat coated her back, making her white blanketed spots opalescent in the sheen and darkening her gilded hide into a rich bronze hue as she worked herself in the sun and heat on her task. She wasn’t even aware of the child that bathed not far from her – no, instead she simply smacked her parched lips quietly, following the stream to the source where she imagined the water would be colder and quite possibly more enjoyable. However, as she approached, Khairi crooned an alert as he sat along her back in his exhaustion. His wings were draped over her own, giving her an appearance of having super small white wings along her withers the way he lay sprawled out.
After a few moments, Kiada found the child as he bathed, taking care to clean everything else but his wings. Curiously, she watched for a few moments before approaching slowly as to not frighten him. There was some part of her deep down that felt as though the colt was familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. Regardless, she let her icy gaze land on the child and offer him a small smile before she dipped her head to drink from the stream, upriver from where he bathed, before nickering to him in greeting, part of her wanting to say that he had a great idea when it came to a bath, considering she wanted to do the exact same thing, but the water here seemed not quite deep enough for her large, nearly seventeen hand frame.
“Hello.” She called out to him, her ivory rimmed ears perked forward, waiting to see if he’d allow her to come closer.
"Talk."
there is something moon soaked and dawn flavoured about her.
something kissed by the wild and loved by lightning
Siren's Summit
