Kiada
She nodded to Rixen with a small grin aimed in his direction. “
Yes.” She breathed, quietly until a small pleasant laugh escaped her maw. But it was short lived as the tension from Kisamoa radiated out, and she found her head swiveling to the
vibrating god with concern lacing her face. She wanted to move, to comfort him somehow, to tell him he wasn’t alone like she had done when she faced her death in the Scint River. But before she could make room to move, Hope was spreading through the crowd, aimed completely on the other god. She watched him with curious eyes as Hope spoke to him in a quiet tone she couldn’t understand, but she hoped to read into what went across Kisamoa’s face.
The mismatched god was an impossible read, however. And soon, Hope’s attention was back on them as the antlered creature thanked Kisamoa in front of them. A broad smile crossed Kiada’s lips as she dipped her head in acknowledgement. It was true, without Kis, without the pieces of hope, all would be lost. Her ears tilted forward as she listened about the orbs, about not needing them anymore, and before she could say anything to maybe try and keep that comforting presence, she turned her head to Rixen in time for her orb to go
insane.
It danced and moved in such sporadic ways that Kiada was worried it’d explode – but instead, it shifted and dipped, creating a beautifully loud
SMACK as it collided with the dark hues of her flesh behind her left ear, the one closest to Rixen. She immediately pressed her ears back before lifting it slowly to see what happened, but all she heard was Khairi’s laugh down the bond. “
It’s a falling star, behind your ear.” He croaked to her with a beaky grin and Kiada sighed quietly, looking to Rixen to see what his orb had done.
"Talk."