[color=a187be][b]Mirabelle Kingston[/b][/color] 
[indent]Mira listened patiently as the woman expanded on the detail found in the letter. The relief that had flooded over her came back in tides as Elizabeth spoke. It wasn't her fault that she had failed so miserably in magic. It was certainly a weight of guilt and anxiety being lifted off her shoulders, and she gripped the hem of her sleeves. On top of it, the woman was offering a chance to practice in magic again, and grow stronger. The catch of fighting some evil being only piqued her interest further: it was an opportunity to show the Kingstons that she was worth something to them and to the world, even having human blood. Worry of injury came and went quickly--she was never one for anxiety or fear. 

A tap on her shoulder jolted her out of her attention to Elizabeth, and her gaze hardened as she looked to the boy. Then her brow furrowed as she glanced down at her knees. "[color=a187be]Ah,[/color]" she muttered--it seemed she hadn't noticed even the sting of pain. Although he offered politely enough, his red-eyed expression didn't seem particularly friendly, so Mira was hesitant as she took the handkerchief. Was he albino? "[color=a187be]Thank you,[/color]" she said simply as she leaned to pat at the bit of blood on her knee. 

When she stood straight again, the bleeding stopped and the boy's attention was elsewhere. Did he want the cloth back? She watched with a tilted head as he responded so eloquently to the woman and her request. So his name was Romani. Supposing she'd have the means to return the handkerchief later, Mira stuffed it into the small pocket of her black shorts. More of her peers were speaking, asking questions and agreeing to join this fight against evil. Should Elizabeth's gaze meet Mira's, she would nod to give her affirmation. Otherwise, she remained silent and allowed others to voice their concerns, learning names as best she good. [/indent]