[b]Birsi[/b]

This is a direct order from her direct superior, there is no way she cannot ignore it… However, she must act and dress like one of… One of… The thought made her brain grind to a halt, just staring at the clothing on the table with an expression that practically screamed “There is no thought behind these eyes, send help” all over her face. On one hand, this was Hai Lin, the person she trusted the most, whom she did everything for, and would do every command for due to mutual respect and gratitude. She was also making a very smart and strategic play, using the Host as a better way to blend in and handle this issue in the city itself, and this proved that she did in fact have trust and faith in Birsi.

On the other hand, Birsi was having to disguise herself as a Fire Wheel, the antithesis to everything she is. Unruly, Practically Savage Brutes who cared little to nothing for the law and order of this holy city. That, and their attire was so… Revealing… Birsi couldn’t act like a borderline uncivilized barbarian, she was nice and orderly, and this would require her to be completely the opposite of everything she is. That, and she knew little of the dangers outside of the Palace, though she did have vague ideas based on experience and gossip from around the place, but those were only small talks or excursions with the Vizier and/or her servants, not being out and about with only a Fire Wheel.

“Very well. The mind of a Fire Wheel is a dangerous thing, but since no one else is up for this task, I shall accept this mission and the dangers that come with it.” She stated with a gloved hand going over her chest, clenching tightly into a fist that grabbed at her uniform. However, the moment she turned to look at her companion for this mission… It was clear that she was a bit frazzled by the mere concept of being anything like a Fire Wheel. Have Fun, Silsila Om~

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[b]Silsila Om[/b]

Silsila knew of Strategist Hai Lin, of course. She was a frequent subject of Fire Wheel toasts, boasts, claims and story. She was nothing like the other's said she was, which was expected; Most other Fire Wheels were total dummies.

Still, that carefully placid face irked her. At least the Fire Wheels made it obvious they saw her as somewhere between siege equipment and toy. With her, it was impossible. Annoying. Silsila decided to probe at her, just a little.

"That thief queen, huh?" She said, in the drawling accent of the Fire Wheels she had picked up on. She stood with her arms folded, in a way which made her already huge, gold banded biceps look even bigger. "Bowlyn's pretty dangerous, y'know. I woulda thought you'd [b]like[/b] her messing with Merov, not send your best girl on the job." She makes a stunted head motion at Birsi. "...Anyway, I must admit Birsi is good with her sword" (high praise from Silsila) "but she doesn't have the temperament for street fightin'. You should just have me do the heavy lifting, and let her stick back and watch. That way she's safe and sound and you got a badass yet expendable host working on the issue. Pretty clean, right?"

If and when they would move to the dressing up phase--honestly, the makeup was the most important part. The shimmering green would be smudged off her lips in exchange for a golden orange. Red paint which would flicker like flame in the lamplight of the streets, as anonymous as any veil. Baggy, cool pants and a shirt with no sleeves ("You're gonna get to show off those biceps of yours, Birsi, so quit squirming!"). Silsila spent a long time fussing with the tassels and trophies--"Now why the hell would she have the Eye of the Wheel AND the Eye of Dneej, you can't just mix and match eyes like that"--but after maybe a half hour, Birsi is the perfect little barbarian. Maybe a little short, but with a scowl and the right light, polite Birsi would look as savage as the rest of them.

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Tried to figure out Hai Lin, but got a 4!
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