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[color=9e0b0f][b]Location: [/b][/color] Roshmi Grand Hall
[color=9e0b0f][b]Interactions:[/b][/color]Darius [@FunnyGuy]
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Despite her previous stare and the brief moment of distrust she had regarding Darius, the dance was honestly being fun. Even though she wasn't that good on dancing, Darius seemed to be quite good at leading her. He seemed to be nicer than what she previously thought. Surprisingly enough, he didn't seem to be worried about her in the same way she was about him. His reply to her questions were, surprisingly, as playful as her own questions were. Ironically, despite him calling her Ms. Curiosity, it was clear that he was as curious about her as she was about him.

For a moment, Ayita forgot the fact that she didn't know who he was and honestly just wanted to have a fun dance but when Darius mentioned the name 'America', her eyes opened wide as she stopped dancing for a moment. Memories of her homeland surfaced in her mind. Her people dancing and hunting, the nature that surrounded them and provided everything that they needed. Despite her silence, as he continued talking about it, he could see deep in her eyes a longing for her homeland. The same excitement and longing that were on Darius' eyes as he spoke of his homeland could be found on hers as well.

[color=9e0b0f]"Are you Aniyvwiyaʔi? From one of the seven clans?"[/color] she asked after a moment, using the same word her people used to refer to themselves, with hope in her eyes. Was it possible that she found another one of her people here in Avalia? Was she truly not alone?

[color=9e0b0f]"Or are you one of [i]them[/i]... The white people?"[/color] Ayita asked, with her eyes almost as if they were burning with anger just remembering of them. Those who killed her people, burned their land and stole their lives...

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[color=9e0b0f][b]Location: [/b][/color] Roshmi Grand Hall
[color=9e0b0f][b]Time: [/b][/color] Late Afternoon
[color=9e0b0f][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] O'Ner [@Eviledd1984]

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Myra was steadily getting better in following Mathis' lead and dancing herself, just like Mathis seemed to be getting more comfortable at dancing too. Myra still had to pay attention when they got too close from other people in order to not whip her tail around but overall things were going really smoothly. When Mathis apologized himself about not having danced, Myra simply smiled at him with a kind expression. It wasn't like she knew how to dance, she was only trying her hardest to mimic other's movements and follow his lead so she wasn't really that worried about it. In fact she wanted just to have some fun and hopefully eat [i]a lot[/i] after the dances, just like Darius had promised her.

The moment Mathis turned towards her asking if she took classes to dance though, Myra looked at him with a confused expression. That 'dancing' thing was new for her, was he asking if someone taught her? If it was that then it was a yes. Both Adrian and Darius had showed her how to dance and practiced with her, albeit just a little. After thinking for a bit, she looked to Mathis, nodding her head for his question. Since he was making questions to her though, Myra thought that she should try making one to him as well. Approaching him, she sniffed the air a bit around him then looked at him, tilting her head in an inquisitive expression. Even though she didn't speak, the message she wanted to pass was clear, she wanted to know why he smelled like an undead even though he was nice.