» every broken promise

She was pulled to the site of Kaos once again. Greeted by the nearly familiar tug at her glowing teal chest. Gone was the feeling of euphoria from the strange land of gasses that confused her mind, and in replacement of those thoughts she had returned to the feeling of being lost without her brother, and her family. Yet she still approached, headed toward the river with the bonelights and Kisamoa working diligently on something. When the girl approached, there were many unfamiliar faces, aside for Castelia of course. The girl having grown some since the harpy helped bring her into the world and ensured her safety. Yet Kiada remained hidden in the back, watching from the sidelines, carefully reaching down to press her shoulder guard with her soft velveteen muzzle to expand it across her body, and standing watchful with her bladed mask. Khairi swooped above her before finding a place to land, carefully watching Kiada’s reaction to Kisamoa, unsure of how to feel when it came to the God. On one hand, he killed and hurt so many of those she cared about at least at some point – to torture her upon her arrival, and gift her with apologies. Sorrow filled the pit of her stomach before she let her gaze linger on the lights and the river, listening as an unfamiliar man spoke up about how to cross the river. “Can we help?” She questioned to Kisamoa, igniting the flames on her headdress in dark teals and blacks as if using his magic that was given to her would help her garner the God’s attention. She wanted to help him, to find out why he did all this, hoping deep down that he would be all she thought him to be. Hoping that he would prove her wrong in the terrible things he had done – hoping that he would change her mind. "Talk." Kiada mama, i hope you get this know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold know never have i been better.

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