Katakire

Kiwi - Nimue Merchants strategically line the streets of Hearth in such a manner that funnel visiting Felvargs through a labyrinth of small wooden stalls. Scents of aromatic flowers, fruits, herbs and spices filled the air. Felvargs often bumped into one another without any sort of recognition for one another. Nimue was careful to keep her eye on Sebastian, ensuring that she would not get accidentally separated from him. A orchestra of voices came from various directions advertising their goods in hopes to draw in customers who were close. While the atmosphere was generally and overwhelmingly chaotic, it mellowed out more as the sun began to set and stalls closed up. The crowd had begun to thin opening up a clear path for Nimue and Sebastian through the tiny market streets, They began to travel a bit faster through the crowd, Nimue energetcially guiding Sebastian to stall after stall. Eventually, one caught her eye. A small stall with an array of silver circlets with intricate

Kiwi - Kiwi There she was, a purple Felvarg sifting among a sea of lilac flowers. If somefel was not truly taking the time to look at the field, they would not have seen her. The lavender was growing tall and strong around the Shrine of Freyja, but not stronger than Kiwi. The small Felvarg weaved through the flower field looking for just the right flower. Her pattern to choosing which flower she ripped from the ground over another was not an easy task to decipher. She would pass over one, then another, appear to consider the third, then quickly move on, bending bend down at the fourth and with her teeth pull up a lavender, root and all. With dirt still falling from the roots, she would fling the flower into her basket, before beginning the hunt again. A gentle went swept the valley, sending the flowers dancing as it picked up the delicate floral scent and carried it to neighboring villages. Kiwi paused for a moment, looking around over top of the flowers as if she was searching for

Bird - Kai | Kaimani The chatter echoing through the room rang through Kaimani's ears, his gaze fixed on the battle zone laid about the combat table before him. The panicked voices faded into white noise as he contemplated his decision. Here he was, in the headquarters of Jormungandr in the presence of the four clan leaders. The decision on what to do with Sindridva felt like his alone to make. The weight of the islands bore down on his shoulders. Everything he had worked for, his family in Ulfrheim, his reputation to the Clan of Faegir, was all at risk of being destroyed. Squeezing his eyes shut, his heart pounded in his chest. He must protect his devotion and his oath to those he loved. As the overwhelming pressure of the room pressed in, a confident and loud voice pulled him back. "Kaimani?" Drawing back his senses, Kaimani flicked his eyes open and pricked his ears at the familiar voice that sounded across the room. The room came to a quiet hush as a confused purple Felvarg

Kiwi - Kiwi Kiwi hated the winter and was thrilled to see it finally on its way out. Although her thick royal coat kept her warm enough, her precious kiwi companions were not so well equipped for it. This caused Kiwi to spend her entire winter piling pelt after pelt into her den desperately trying to keep her many companions warm. Oh how stressful it was, how the companions screeched when unhappy, like children she had to care for. The thought of a hot spring where she could pile them all into the waters to warm not only herself, but the little companions as well was music to her ears. Kiwi climbed out of the bed she had rented midway up the Stormr mountain range. Kiwi companions clung to her knotted clumps of fur as if she were a Christmas tree and they were the ornaments. Quickly gathering her things, she left the small hut in a hurry, she wanted to get to the springs early to claim the biggest one. It was a struggle. As the companions were jostled awake from the movement, some