<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/Tieran.4.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kiara Skye (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16395091#msg16395091)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>white crop top, yoga pants (https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1dSowpDXYBeNkHFrdq6AiuVXaM/High-Waist-Pants-Patchwork-Leisure-Sports-Loose-Yoga-Pants-Women-Wide-leg-pants.jpg) and white classics<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Institute's Main Kitchen<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Thursday July 6th, 2023 | Just before 5 PM<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Cooking and listening to music<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">Kaspian Herondale and Alexander Greyhallow</span><br/><strong>MUSICAL MOOD</strong>I Don't Think About You -Kelly Clarkson (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dx9mF1KJr0s)<br/><hr/><br/><em>Kiara was silently losing what little bit of calm she'd managed to grab hold of by burning off nervous energy in the kitchen. Two young men-- handsome, fit young men-- were currently eating her food and saying words in her general direction while she slowly tried to make syllables make sense....or something. Not that she was shy, right? How could she be shy? It was an impossibility!! No, she was unsure how to make words that made sense. <br/><br/>As usual, Alexander startled a laugh from her due to his spot-on impression of Christian Bale as the Dark Knight, but nothing escaped her for long moments while she fought off a giggle or three. Then there was the influx of information, the staccato beat of <strong>words</strong> from her companions, a flurry of queries, and random bits of trivia and asides. She ate steadily while her gaze ping-ponged back and forth for a few minutes before finally finding something to say.</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I was born in DC, Kaspian. Raised there til I left home at 14. That's when the truth about my father's bloodline came out. Carstairs,"</span>she all but growled before her gaze shifted to Alex.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"He started training me at age 8.  MCMAP."</span>Dark eyes rolled in her head before she rose and began preparing new bowls for Pho, adding the rice noodles last and placing all three on the table before jerking her head at the chicken tender thief.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Sit. You standing up makes my inner good girl scream that I am exhibiting bad manners."</span><br/><br/>After resuming her seat, Kiara picked up the new bowl and pondered how to answer some of what Alexander had said.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"My early life, before my father came home? I had birthday parties and shit. After though? If I was not in school, I was training. Martial Arts, Stick fighting, Knife fighting, tumbling, problem-solving, and learning to see while blindfolded. It wasn't until the Clave showed up at my door that I found out what all the training was even FOR."</span>Again, she rose from her seat to check the cake in the oven. The rising scent of rich chocolate filled the air, and a bright smile twisted her lips into a pleasant expression for a brief moment.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Anybody want some corn on the cob??"</span><br/><br/>No matter how they answered, Kiara filled a platter with a few ears, grabbed the unsalted butter, and strode back to the table. Setting it down, she went on with her ruminations.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"However, my dad used ta say I had the sight, strong in it. Must have been right since I never needed the rune the younglings get to accustom them to using it...or maybe it was my age?"</span>One small hand rose to cup her chin.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Anyway, I always saw things that supposedly weren't there. Always knew the world was bigger than most people thought. So, no, I wasn't all that shocked to learn that demons and the rest of 'em were just as real as you or me."</span><br/><br/>Finally, Alexander's final question caught her up, and a small frown graced her lips.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"My twelfth birthday? My dad took me to the mountains and left me for a whole weekend with nothing but a canteen and my knives. Pretty sure it was the Appalachians. I had to build my own shelter, keep myself in food and obscure my trail enough that he couldn't scent or see me if he came looking. Then there was the paper I had to write up after, detailing everything I had done wrong. We repeated that lesson for uh...four months?"</span>She shrugged.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Anyway, happy meals are stir-fried shit, and no one should be forced to go bowling."</span>Grabbing an ear of corn, she settled back in her seat and glanced at both men.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I've been a few places, know some languages, know how to fight but ain't ever been on a real hunt outside of training. This is my first posting. So, what can y'all tell me about it?"</span>