» every broken promise

It was pride that billowed in her chest upon her return. She looked up at Kisamoa with gleaming eyes full of excitement. If this is what he was looking for, she was performing a double duty of helping him and in her eyes, saving the world as well. Though she never imagined it would come to this, to be her redeeming factor from a life that chose darkness over the light – but her ideas hadn’t changed in how she wanted to rule. Perhaps with Kisamoa looking over her shoulder, her goal would get accomplished – one day, provided she ever made it out of this darkness. She watched the smile creep up on his face, a pleasant yes for an answer and she held it up with pride as his elongated face raked across the armor. She saw from behind the armor as his body twitched with color in a flash before it was gone. But suddenly, a bright yellow eye appeared in the center of his head – one that she wanted to reel away from and look away, but something in her remained as she stared back, defiantly against her mental judgement as its intensity grew – and then, suddenly it was gone. Relief spread through her body as the feline part of Kisamoa reached out to grasp the armor. She watched in a small amount of awe as it stretched over his body and covered him as a cloak. After a few moments, his head snapped to the darker depths, beckoning her to follow him, and so she obliged. Though as she swam with him, she noticed something she hadn’t seen before. A pale figure above her seemed to descend slightly, closer to her. She looked to Kisamoa for a brief moment, muttering an “I’ll be back” before swimming up to the figure. She didn’t recognize the mare at first, though she vaguely remembered her dive bombing Kisamoa. Immediately, she grew skeptical, and thought for a moment about leaving her here to think about what she’d done – but she couldn’t do that. Instead, she continued to swim up, aiming to cross paths with the ivory mare. “You had better come to help.” She began, her blue eyes seeming distant. “We’re trying to fix this mess and attacking Kisamoa won’t help it.” She tacked on at the end before relaxing her stance as she floated in place. “However, if it’s true that you wish to help, we’re seeking God armor and weapons from the Rift wars in Helovia. An extra pair of eyes couldn’t hurt.” Her eyes landed on Erthe, growing a bit softer as she explained what they were doing. And deep down, she hoped she could trust the mare. Though this time, if things went sour, Kiada would hopefully be able to intervene. "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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@Erthë She's kind of skeptical, don't mind her. xD