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KIADA your battle-worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore; There was a part of her that felt honored by the strange smile Kisamoa offered her. It was something she put away, in the back of her mind and her soul as another thing to add to her collection of memories of this place and him. As she moved and found her spot, she watched silently as others joined and Kisamoa began to speak. Khairi, perched carefully on his favorite spot on her withers, watched the events unfold with his bright scarlet eyes. Kiada’s eyes remained on Kisamoa, however, watching as he closed his eyes and stood there. Surprise laced its way through her chest as he thanked them. Her bright eyes softened as she looked to Kisamoa, offering encouragement in any way she could. She had to imagine it was hard for him to speak like this when he seemed so used to pushing people into doing things for them. And as he continued to explain how he had made mistakes, she kept her attention glued to him – unwavering, waiting for the end to see what they needed to do to help him (provided they could). She eyed the glowing orb beside him in between his bursts of speech. When he touched the orb, it began to split. Khairi crooned a curious sound toward it, watching as it continued to hover beside the god. Her eyes danced to them and back to Kisamoa as he spoke of the world dying and the orb he had found was hope, and ever so slowly the hope began to grow in her chest. She found a small smile creasing the corners of her lips as the light drifted toward her, to hover beside her as well. She stood tall, her tail swishing eagerly against her spotted rump while Khairi stared at the orb continuously. “Thank you, Kis.” She murmured to him, glancing over to Roscorro before looking to Khairi with a grin. "Talk." and you wonder why he lets you, (the butcher), touch him, (the sun) —

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EE shes so stoked