[center][h1][color=DA6BE5]Mira Andrul[/color][/h1][/center]
[center]Human / 26 / Female
[b]Location:[/b] Kitchen[/center]

A wide grin split Mira's expression as the two men turned to speak to one another.  So this was the "famous" Ceobas, was it?  She'd heard plenty of whispers about him.  Powerful, proud, and opinionated on many a subject, humans especially.  Which meant the game was afoot.  Ceobas had made his opening move with his total disregard of Mira.  Now it was her turn.

Naturally, she'd never dare raise a hand against a witch, and her loyalty was firmly rooted in the coven - hence her willingness to act as a maid.  But she had her ways, learned over years of witches mistakenly believing that a lack of magic meant a lack of intellect.  It was a small thing of little consequence; truly a game.  It had no prizes, and on occasion, she lost.

But it was so fun to play.

Hefting her load of cleaning supplies, she turned and made for the exit, humming a cheerful tune as she went and making sure her path took her right past Ceobas's field of vision.  She broke no rules and made no comment in her actions... but she [i]did[/i] force the elder witch to see and hear her again, even if he didn't acknowledge such.

She had also dismissed herself without saying anything.  While that wasn't against the rules, she found it often irked some of the more traditional witches.  Whether Ceobas was the same way...  Well, that was up to him.

It was a petty, childish, ultimately pointless game she played.  But it was a fun game nevertheless.