[Training] a hundred bad days made a hundred good stories

KIADA i wish that i could say, i am a light that never goes out. She moves to stand, content with the work out and the way her muscles are limber enough now. She pulls the braid over her shoulder and peers at it before looking back to Weaver with a hum of a laugh. “Not unless you can regrow hair?” She chimes, a bright grin shot her way before she’s gathering her things and following Weaver as she guides them around. The mention of the Kraai has a slight flush appearing along her neck beneath the bruising there as she regards Weaver again. “I have, yeah. Stayed the night there a couple of days ago actually.” She offers, keeping her head toward the path they take, following the dips and turns before they have to brave the cold to get to the Kraai. It’s easy enough, having walked the palace enough times for her to have an idea of where they go, and so she can focus on the conversation instead. “Do you go there often?” She asks in reference to the Kraai, carefully keeping her distaste with the Korofian name to a minimum. but i flicker from time to time.