» An Unexpected Party

Kiada The Harpy had followed a few of her herdmates here, though she had lingered a bit behind. Khairi had insisted on finding something to eat, and she took the time to mull over what this kind of event could be. Did something open? Was Hope doing something? Was Kisamoa destroying the world and making it so she’d have to try and fix it again? Grumbling slightly to herself at the latter of the three, she ended up falling behind from everyone else while Khairi hunted. She didn’t mind so much, honestly, it was good that the bird was back at it with the flying and hunting and no longer in the pain he felt from being crushed by a door. She had something to be thankful for at least. Sighing to herself once he was finally ready, he shot off like a bullet and she had to spend the time to catch up. At least in the cold of Freeze, galloping was an easy way to warm up her bones so long as she was careful to not slide against the ice. The Pinnacle was a place she had been before, and she enjoyed the atmosphere well enough – the Protector with his constant chatting, and what not. The last time she was here, she had danced with Rixen and told herself that her feelings were small and moot points. But that night they spent in Halyven together seemed to strike a different chord within her. Would there be more dancing? Could she maybe talk to him about it here? Or would it be better not in front of others just in case he didn’t feel the same? The thoughts mulled in her mind as she made her way toward the gathering, before vanishing completely as she noticed a very familiar form standing beside Rixen. Her steps slowed slightly, down to a trot from a gallop as she approached the side of her mother and nearly ran into the older woman. “Mom?!” She nearly croaked as she embraced the golden woman, seeming to have forgotten about Rixen and Galahad in that moment and what the party might signify. “We have to stop finding each other at strange events like this.” She told Rexanna with a smile, burying her face in the grey strands of her mother’s mane. She stood much taller than her mother, the golden hues similar, you could definitely tell they were mother and daughter when they stood side by side. "Talk." there is something moon soaked and dawn flavoured about her. something kissed by the wild and loved by lightning

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Kiada would like something off her Aspirations list here!
And yes to mutations! :D