such expensive mistakes

KIADA i will never understand why you held me She knew it was coming. Drench was here, and with it came the ever-constant stream of rain. It was almost like the world had flipped a switch from insane heat to monsoons. While it was still somewhat warm from the left-over days of Scorch, Drench poured in and soaked the spotted girl’s body to the core. Both her and Khairi were covered head to hoof with rain, her usually gold body hinted closer to bronze from the dark hues of her skin from beneath, though the white from her rump where the spots spread had an opalescent sheen to them. Her head was stark black against the shadows the cloud cover hiding the sun provided, yet her eyes were bright as always – if not a bit determined. The rather large X marking etched into her chest that continually oozed a glowing teal liquid was a bit more subdued thanks to the rain, the goo washing away easily, leaving what appeared like a glowing X on the right of her chest. Kiada chose not to wear her armor at this point, either. All she had that was visible was her rose-gold face plate hidden along her neck as she often wore it down, and the same hued shoulder plate that covered her left shoulder. She also carried her small necklace on a chain with the trinkets from both Helovia and here, a treasure she had grown accustomed to, staring off at it before she fell asleep to reminisce in times where things were seemingly safer. But as Kiada crested the hill to the ruins of Halyven, Khairi was the one that carried the important items. They had gathered a strange looking herb from the Siren’s Summit a few weeks ago, and in their travels she had managed to find a shrub that seemed to overtake everything around it. All of the herbs were hidden in a small make-shift bag Khairi had managed to put together with Kiada’s help, once broken because of Vynter, but reinforced after he had done such. Quietly, Kiada stepped toward the center of the ruined city, taking a moment to drink in the alabaster walls drenched with water, before shaking her head – water droplets flying off of her crescent shaped horn and plopping with the rest of the raindrops around them as she headed for some sort of cover, and of course some place to put the herbs she had gathered for when their vagabond group gathered for another meeting. "Talk." if you were afraid of warmth  — you should have known i was a fire

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