princess, with lips made of glass
Her gaze lingers on him, calculating, wondering whether he’d be better with a sword versus a bow – whether both might be something he wished to hold within his arsenal, or if he were more like her, with the idea of it being a bit more pinpoint and sharp on a variety rather than being an expert in a few. Though, she really shouldn’t be surprised with the answer she receives, seeing as he’d just explained what his home world was like, after all.
But there’s a vibrant smile that blooms across her face and she lifts a hand to brush the dark hair from her face as it breaks loose from the braid. “What can you see yourself using?” She asks, pulling back a small amount from the intensity of her posture, to reach down and pull one of those blades from her boot, to set it on the table in front of him for him to test out. “This is one of my throwing knives.” She offers, flipping it in her hand before handing the hilt edge toward him, a slight grin crossing her face with it.
“Or do you want to build up the muscle for a sword? A bow?” An avian tilt of her head as her gaze flickers back to his face, wondering and thinking. As for the attuned shift, really, it comes down to embracing the instincts that come with it. And once you manage that, still enduring it as yourself, that’s when the fun begins. That’s when you can separate the difference between yourself and the skin you wear while still fully embodying it. A new life, a new test of sorts. A new weapon to wield when things got rough.
But there’s a vibrant smile that blooms across her face and she lifts a hand to brush the dark hair from her face as it breaks loose from the braid. “What can you see yourself using?” She asks, pulling back a small amount from the intensity of her posture, to reach down and pull one of those blades from her boot, to set it on the table in front of him for him to test out. “This is one of my throwing knives.” She offers, flipping it in her hand before handing the hilt edge toward him, a slight grin crossing her face with it.
“Or do you want to build up the muscle for a sword? A bow?” An avian tilt of her head as her gaze flickers back to his face, wondering and thinking. As for the attuned shift, really, it comes down to embracing the instincts that come with it. And once you manage that, still enduring it as yourself, that’s when the fun begins. That’s when you can separate the difference between yourself and the skin you wear while still fully embodying it. A new life, a new test of sorts. A new weapon to wield when things got rough.
and a voice cut from steel
features born from thunder and battle
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
