[center][h1][color=DA6BE5]Mira Andrul[/color][/h1][/center]
[center]Human / 26 / Female
[b]Location:[/b] Great Room
Tag: [@ThisIsFine][/center]

"I'm grateful, but please don't trouble yourself," she responded with her signature smile.  "I'm fairly certain he and I aren't going to get along, and that's nothing new for me.  Still, I appreciate the thought."  Mira liked Ismael.  Even with all his influence in the coven, he never really let it go to his head.  Or, if he did, he never let it show.  He'd been kind to Mira, and she had a firm respect for him.

She also found his various animal forms utterly adorable.

Making her way steadily through the room, sweeping and dusting along her familiar path, she paused only long enough to gaze up at the portrait above the fireplace.  She knew the woman's name, of course - her parents made sure of it - but other than mentions of her greatness, Mira knew next to nothing about the mysterious Agatha.  Still, to warrant a portrait like this, she must have been something extraordinary.

"Who was she?" Mira suddenly blurted out, turning back toward Ismael.  She generally had a sense that no one wanted to talk about Agatha - or perhaps they just didn't want to talk to [i]her[/i] about Agatha.  Naturally, that had only served to further enflame her curiosity, a trait which was at once her greatest strength and greatest weakness.  And it was a safe bet that even if Ismael didn't tell her anything, he probably wouldn't cast a curse on her for asking.

Probably.