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KIADA your battle-worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore; She had felt the call long before hearing it with her own ears. It pulled and thrashed against her chest where her glowing, endless oozing wound along her chest was located. But rather than the dark pulsating that had her moving toward the first time she set eyes on Kisamoa in this land, where she had yelled at the god for the unfairness shown in this land; this somehow felt different. She heaved a breath, ears perked and listening as his voice trailed across the world in a purring rumble, so unlike what she’d heard from him aside from perhaps the tenderness of his voice when she plunged into the river of the dead for him – to save him. And she, unlike the useless warrior child she thought she was, had that voice reverberate in her mind that she was unlike anything else. She had helped save a god, and in turn, he had saved her. Of course, the growing coughing fits she began to get used to day after day, that ragged and gurgling inhale that her body tried to regret, was a reminder of her stupidity and bravery in saving the thread that kept the world together. She inhaled as deeply as she could, tightening her armor around her as if she were afraid it would leave her once again. Her mind shot to Roscorro, of how she’d have to apologize for losing her mind at him that day, and hoped that he too had heard the call of the God, the one she had told him of, the mixed bodied man that was sure to strike fear in everything and everyone – save for her. “Will you come?” It had sounded pleasant, hopeful, and continued to vibrate her mind as her hooves moved along the ground as silent as she could muster through the heat that kept her hide slick with a small sheen of sweat. Fire was not welcome for her, anymore. It was too hot to even care about such stupidity. One small fire and she was sure the world around her would light up as though the earth was simply made of matchsticks. And yet, she reigned in the humming burn beneath her skin as she and Khairi went toward the call. The vulture let out a call, creeping and excited at the ball that hovered and glowed beside the god. And despite the awe that filled Kiada, she couldn’t tear her eyes off of that figure, that figure of hope that they had needed so long in this darkness. Tears burned her eyes and she wasn’t sure if she was showing weakness or if it were the heat and blinding light that had caused such a reaction, but she pushed it down, hiding the tears that wanted to fall. There would be no tears today. And despite the crowd gathering, giving Kisamoa distance, she felt that foolish bravery kicking into her as she reached the line – And then stepped over it, padding over to stand before Kisamoa, before everyone, bowing her head and offering her god a small smile of greeting. “For you, I’ll always come.” She whispered to him, her eyes lingering on the depth of him, not his figure that looked hellish as always, but the strange feeling of hope that radiated from him that she hoped she could see within those eyes – eyes of which had stared her down as she swam with him in the nothingness that was the Scint River. And she hoped she made the right choice, continuing to follow this god despite those of her kin from Helovia who she was sure would just as soon want to see the god smite her for her audacity. Then, she moved away from him, spotting Roscorro in the crowd alongside a child she hadn’t known the name of, as well as a mare she had yet to meet, and another stranger. It seemed he had quite the crowd of friends. And despite her better judgement, she moved to greet him, offering him a solemn, sorrowful smile. “Later, when this is over, I would like to apologize. ” She spoke to Roscorro briefly, waiting to see if he’d respond or choose not to, before moving a distance away from the others, but still on the front line – if not a few paces over it – to allow space so her recklessness didn’t get anyone else involved. Then, her eyes fell completely on the god in front of her. Her god. "Talk." and you wonder why he lets you, (the butcher), touch him, (the sun) —

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Greets Kisamoa, then speaks to @Roscorro and stands in front but away from those gathered!