» every broken promise

Erthe responded to Kiada’s thoughts, explaining that she grieved for the past but worried for the future under his rule. She wanted to laugh, to tell the pale woman that she could have fled Helovia’s threshold if she so wanted to, that there was truly nothing that could have kept her here. There were options, people who came days and weeks after the Rift had opened in Helovia. She had time, but chose this, and in Kiada’s mind, the harpy had chosen to follow Kisamoa, at first for revenge, but now she felt as though she knew the god. And oh, it was so hard to enact revenge when you sympathized with the deceiver. She listened as Kisamoa tried to explain to Erthe what they were doing down here and what they were searching for, and it seemed strained – almost painful – for him to utter that he wasn’t strong enough on his own to fix this. Her lips pressed into a tight line briefly as her head shifted from Kisamoa’s elongated, toothy form, to Erthe’s for her response. The pale woman responded to him in what sounded like a threat, and Kiada felt a strange mix of rage bubbling beneath her skin and laughter of the craziness this woman possessed. First, she attacked Kisamoa, then decides to help? The harpy was young, but even she saw the strangeness in this turn of events. Regardless, Erthe handed the spotted girl her bow and fangs, aiming to capture her own blue gaze. To which, Kiada obliged. Listening, ears perked forward to hear what the woman had to say. And then, she smiled before taking the objects. “Isn’t that life? In every great civilization there once was?” She responded before gently grabbing the bow and the fangs, turning to Kisamoa and aiming to capture his teal gaze. She understood what Erthe was trying to do, but she also understood the things that Kisamoa had done for her upon being here. He hadn’t exactly lied to her yet, and she held him to that standard, ready to take the gifts he had granted her and throw them back at him should he wrong her. And as she handed the items to the young god, she waited to see what kind of strange effect these would have this time. She remembered the unnerving yellow eye that watched her, trying to see if these would spark something different, perhaps more interesting. She turned to Erthe, then, and offered her a genuine smile. “Thank you.” She murmured, turning back to her spot beside Kisamoa. "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  <3 sorry for the wait D: and her rudeness lol xD