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Kiana appreciated the care Nate took to handling her wings as he carried her. She continued to observe the conversation in front of her. Who is this old man? She never heard of a person called Azulian before. These are all new people with no faces to her. Then the is the Vale. It sounds like...

Kiana stares at the leaves in her hand. sniffing one before placing the plant in her mouth. Her face scrunches up but she follows her orders and places the rest in her mouth, chewing them slowly. As she consumes the leaves, hesitantly agrees to be carried by Nate. She feels the herbs on her back...

Kiana stiffens at the sound of another sword being drawn right behind them. Danger. Her wings fluff up as a response to the possible threat. She feels Erën retreat from her a few paces back and draws his own sword. Kiana turns around to the newcomer and the elf. Erën explains what happened in a...

She feels Erën keep on applying pressure to her wound, quickly changing the makeshift gauze as it is drenched with her blood. She turns her face to the side and out of the corner of her sight she sees a tiny pile of bloodied cloth. Eventually, the cloth changing becomes less and less as her...

Kiana tried not to cry out as the arrowhead was dug out of her body. She bit her finger letting out a low groan. It hurts like hell! Her back felt like it was on fire, her wings where twitching with the pain. The knife continued to moved around the head of the arrow, in her wound. Sweat began...

Kiana looked at the offered hand before her then back at Erën. There is a feather was entangled into his hair. Kiana remembers that her mother told her about the custom. Mother was very fond of the avariel's customs and culture having learned most of them from her father. Mother always felt it...

All that Kiana can do is nod when she learns Erën was his name. Kiana allows the remaining shard to fall with the others. The avariel feels her knees buckle underneath, her wings drooped touching the dirty ground. She made it. This nightmare was over. Her facade fell, the tears she's been...

Kiana felt no need to deny the obvious. Her eyes gaze over his armor, his stance, his facial expression, anything to indicate any type of danger, but alas, she finds none. There was no slaver mark of any kind but instead, he wore the clothes of a simple man. His poise was relaxed, calm, passive...

Hearing the sound of a pained shout and steel was enough for Kiana to go fully on the defensive. There was someone definitely out there. The noise drew closer, from the sounds of the steps there is only one. Her stance changed as she was about to fling one of her shards directly towards the...

Kiana trembles, shaking with fear and adrenaline. Her wings, unfurled out, feathers and blood leaving a trail to her. She feels the arrow press deeper into her back as her wings move the projectile along with the scratches and deep cuts she obtained from her crash landing stinging as sweat...

Kiana Biographical information Birthplace Slavingrad Born Died Age 27 Home Wanders Physical description Race ...