Kiada
She hadn’t been paying attention much to their interactions, instead she simply listened while Khairi watched the boy, listening as the vulture gave her updates about what the boy was doing. Little things here and there, such as “
He’s looking at me funny” and “
I’m not sure what to do, but it’s weird.” Things of which Kiada needed to try and stifle a chuckle for, not like the boy could hear it. When suddenly Khairi’s wings flared and he screeched into her mind “
HE BROKE MY BAG.”
Well, that was certainly a way to get things going. He must have really meant what he said, and as the herbs fell to the ground and Khairi squawked his displeasure, Kiada had to manage not to laugh for the poor birds sake. But her heart churned slowly while Vynter said “
to hear again.” So he must have been able to hear before, but something had caused him to become deaf. Her head swiveled around as she shook her body slightly in a subtle way of telling Khairi to get a grip on himself as she peered at the boy.
Kiada watched silently while Vynter’s head swiveled around in an effort to try and find what might have changed when her eyes landed on his disfigured wings. Suddenly, he lowered his lids over his eyes and muttered “
It didn’t work,” before Khairi had a chance to retaliate against the boy, the vulture noticed at the same time Kiada did that the little machine that was hidden on the boy was suddenly spinning some silk. Her eyes widened slightly, but she remained silent, watching while Vynter reached up to drop the bag in front of a flustered Khairi, before turning and leaving.
“
Uh, thanks!” She stammered after him, watching him take his leave while Kiada and Khairi stared at each other out of confusion before moving on to gather more random herbs. Deep down, the harpy hoped the boy would be able to fix what was wrong with him.
"Talk."
Siren's Summit
