Kiada
After a few moments, she watched as he studied her, his ears perked to listen though as time went on she wasn’t sure if the boy
could hear her. Kiada waited, thinking that perhaps he might say something along the lines of “
I can’t hear you” considering the way he could speak a few words beforehand. Surely he could’ve spoke at one time, unless he chose not to answer her questions – which given the strange things within the Rift and what it did to people, she could understand if he didn’t want to talk fully. It was quite the experience to get torn into the Rift and try and live where everything wants to kill you.
But then the boy spoke, speaking her mother’s name. It sparked something deep within her, the childish part of her that still yearned for her mother’s touch. She pushed it down, burying it deep within her as she offered him a smile and a nod. “
My name’s Kiada.” She offered the boy after he spoke her mother’s name, then he suddenly blurted that he needed to break something. Kiada’s eyes widened slightly as she tilted her head with a small chuckle. “
What for?” She questioned him, wondering if he wanted to break something just for the sake of breaking it or for a trial, much like how she had to convince someone she hated them.
His attention didn’t last long on her, however, instead he moved to her side, his head lifting to the bird perched upon Kiada’s back as Khairi moved to watch the boy with his scarlet rimmed gaze. He still carried the makeshift sack in his beak, his head rapidly moving to the side so he could view the boy better to note if he was a threat, his wings still splayed out should he need to fly. Khairi stared the boy down as Vynter stared back, yet Khairi wasn’t intimidated or even frightened by him. Kiada craned her head around to watch the encounter, watching quietly as Vynter reached forward and snorted at Khairi, his nose brushing the pale feathers along Khairi’s chest.
Khairi’s head tilted slightly, and he uttered a rough sound from his throat at the feeling, clamping his jaw down on the bag as he cocked his head again. Quietly, Khairi reached a wing forward, aiming to rake a few feathers along Vynter’s face, much like he often did with Kiada when she was a child. It was a soothing gesture, one he did often to calm himself as well as her when they’d stay out of the Edge or the Basin. "
And he's Khairi." Kiada offered the boy quietly, continuing to watch the exchange.
"Talk."
Siren's Summit
