[img]https://i.imgur.com/q9Hq2SQ.png[/img] [color=gray] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/mApeJL0.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/rUzyFdp.png[/img] [color=ee82ed]Race:[/color] Silver-Wolf Shifter [color=ee82ed]Class:[/color] Arcane Mystic [color=ee82ed]Location:[/color] Bar [color=ee82ed]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Phia, [@Potter] Arya Mentions: [@papaoso] Bastion, Gears Talis, [@Tae] Meiyu, [@Apex Sunburn] Scratch/Vallena, [@Funnyguy] Wendel (Miris) [color=ee82ed]Equipment:[/color] [hider=Equipment List] 🐾 Special Magic Item: A magically enchanted Haori garb of snow🐾white fabric made of a mix of various creature materials and what few rare magic crystals scrounged. It enables the haori’s internal temperature to be adjusted to keep the user at the optimal temperature within feasible degree and minor elemental resistance of the basic 4 elements imbued. 🐾Oruna tribal moon bracelet: a charm bracelet made in pairs sharing a deep bond. Those of the tribe share them with a close friend, cherished family member, or lifemate that holds a fanged tooth, one for each of those most trusted and loved. 🐾Small pouch holding emergency dried meat and any fresh fruit picked 🐾Small pouch of freshwater 🐾Sewing kit 🐾Small tool kit 🐾Small gold pouch (17) 🐾A partially started personal journal 🐾A personal dear drawing hidden on his person[/hider] [color=ee82ed]Attire:[/color] [color=ee82ed]Gold Balance:[/color]17 [color=ee82ed]Injuries:[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/q9Hq2SQ.png[/img][/center] The stoic wolf stood waiting for the jungle elf to follow; pride held in his eyes even as she mocked the hateful lizard, his cowardice through bravado and cruel words lost out to this seemingly weak elven girl, but here showed her Oruna gumption. [color=#f97fca] "He must have caught a whiff of his future defeat."[/color] She nodded to herself as if affirming a great truth of the universe, then spun on her heel, clearly under the assumption that her very presence had sent the lizard boy packing. She would see the blue-eyed wolf studying her curiously with a raised brow and slight creases of amusement.” [color=ee82ed]Indeed, a defeat assured the moment he witnessed your magic staff's might. Its healing glow is too deadly for those with such wicked tongues.[/color]” His nose crinkled briefly still able to smell his rancor stench. He felt relieved for her intervention even if she nearly caused a fight to break out, but in the end, the pair settled the situation with little issue. His appreciation was given with a gentle squeeze to her shoulder that earned a soft pat in return, and the kind adoring smile did much to melt the predatory hunger and stressful excitement still coursing through him. Seeing that the mention of meat had gotten Phia mind off the unpleasant encounter and gave an acknowledging nod as he started to make his way back toward the bar when- [color=#f97fca]"...But if a goddess is insulted and we do not seek forgiveness—then what if the stars stop glowing? What if the moon crumbles to ash? What if the other Gods—or even this one—strike vengeance upon this ship!"[/color] Halting in his step by the unexpected string of questions that left the snow wolf paused with a low airy sigh.*[b][color=ee82ed] She thinks Lady Arya is an actual goddess?[/color][/b]* Unsure whether to explain or not. He then glanced over at Arya, the dark-blue-skinned tiefling speckled with twinkling stars and hair that spilled like strings of moonlight silver like streaking shooting stars.*[b][color=ee82ed] Hm, a night sky beauty that is undeniable. Her timidness and attempts to hide do seem to show she could hold some potential importance…one in great need of help at that….[/color][/b]* Menzai pondered this quietly to himself while getting himself settled back to his seat, the tea having sat long enough. His mind though too frayed and distracted from the recent near-heated exchange to persuade Phia otherwise, a pointless effort for he knew quite well that once she got into one of her prayers convincing her to stop proved better to let her do as she wished, he could only hope she wouldn’t overdo it as he gingerly sipped his tea savoring its soothing flavor. [color=#f97fca]. “Great Goddess of the night sky,” [/color]she began, very seriously, though her eyes kept trailing off toward the nearby plate of meat, [color=#f97fca]“...on... behalf of the lizard-man who has rocks in his brain... and... a sour smell in his clothes, I humbly ask for your forgiveness.”[/color] She placed a shiny pebble at Arya’s feet as if it were the highest offering. [color=#f97fca]“He does not understand divinity when he sees it. His tongue was clearly cursed. Please do not smite us all.”[/color] Menzai was staring incredulously at the elf, the cup held frozen in mid-sip.*[b] [color=ee82ed]Sweet Phia..please…have some modicum of awareness.[/color][/b]* The snow-wolf mentally palmed with an eye-closing wincing groan while a part of him wanted to chuckle at the overzealous offered prayer; hardly the first she had acted in such zany ways that it had him suspect a part of her doing so was to make him laugh. However what had the wolf fretting more was how awkward and embarrassing this all could be, especially for Arya, who had been trying to hide herself. And here his charge was unknowingly drawing attention with this whole prayer offering to appease a goddess. The shame only worsened upon witnessing Phia grab and chomp at her meat like a starved goblin as if they were back at the village. A cringed frown at the bits of grease and meat dripping onto the counter and moved to wipe it up, a dab in a nearby glass of water to better seep up the mess.” Now, sweet Phia. you’re making a mess of yourself and of Madam Gear's counter.” A small shake of the head as he nudged the plate closer to the edge where she could hover it.” Try to be more mindful of your manners, when in public or with strangers.” He thought to remind her in slight reprimanding with no anger in his tone, merely amused annoyance. Now her laughter bubbled out of her clearly. Arya covered her face bashfully and glanced at the wolf. [color=#77adff]”I… Hello, sorry. She made me laugh. I promise I am not laughing at her! Sorry!”[/color] A bubbly laugh tickled his fluffy ears like popping bubbles that turned his attention to the tiefling now bashfully hiding her face with a continuous stream of bubbly laughter. Where he feared the lady put off or agitated by Phia’s antics; instead laughed gleefully with a light pink hue that gave a rosy glow to those twinkling starry eyes. His ears flicked both relieved and delighted to hear her taking it well.”[color=ee82ed] Laughter is never something to apologize for, as long as it is not done with mockery. And this ravenous elf goblin enjoys laughing, so no need to fret.[/color]” Nodding intending to assure her.” [color=ee82ed]If anything, let me apologize for…sweet Phia’s antics, she means well..Goddess Arya was it?[/color]” He asked with a teasing raised brow, amusingly piqued at the potential good friend for Phia, one that wasn’t an animal or smelly wolf shifter idiots like Salan and the monkey-brained Kozu..their influence evident with the elf’s reckless eating habits and the like.*[b] [color=ee82ed]If you can get this wild goblin elf to eat with manners, then you may be a goddess after all.[/color][/b]* Loathes as he tries. An opportunity to learn of the tiefling culture and the stars if her twinkling tattoos were anything to go by. A light tap of a clawed finger against the counter in a thinking fashion as he studied the pair beside him. Phia, haphazardly eating away like a starved child, cute and innocent in her wildness; a timid tiefling slowly warming up with life once more to try requesting an order albeit needing multiple attempts that showed a deep hurt had set in leading to such distrust, but through some weird twist of fate met Phia and already showed signs of a bond needed for their own reasons. Then his gaze lifted up to Stella, the female eagle stern in her perched watch, seemingly annoyed or exasperated. A trusty protector and an overprotective one which this guardian wolf funnily shared. A cumbersome trait he knew he needed to work on but- Noticed Phia’s face quickly becoming a mess and with a teeth-gritted groan and then a relented sigh as he picked up a napkin dabbing at her chin.”[color=ee82ed] Be sure to dab the chin at times. Don’t want to stain the lovely plant dress you and Mama Anna made together?[/color]” Menzai thought to remind the messy-eating elf in hopes of being a bit more modest. He stopped after a few dabs recalling she wasn’t a child, fearing he might be humiliating her more than anything, and finished with a quick nod with the brief demonstration enough to keep it in mind. Shifting back into his seat with a small guilty headshake feeling stupid letting his doting side out or play into Phia’s antics so easily. An irritated pinching of the bridge of his nose.*[b][color=ee82ed] This airship has proven far more fascinating than the rumors thought possible. Need to settle down..this is unbecoming of a disciplined loreguard.[/color][/b]* [color=#77adff]”That’s a lovely scarf, Mr. WarForged. Are you all right?” [/color] Intending to resume sipping his tea when Arya’s words caught his ears, only catching a snippet of scarved warforged; enough to distract from the bout of guilt to roam his gaze over to Bastion. A hint of concern seeing the warforge sit almost statue-like, a solemn sadness could almost be sensed in the sun-white metal where magic thrummed as its unending life source. What curious thoughts might be going through that mechanical mind (or biological perhaps?) with that small woman who had been soaked from overzealous drinking having departed? A sign of wanting to help though seemed to lack understanding of the customs of biologicals and a desire to learn. For a moment Menzai allowed himself to take in the awe of his impeccable design and nary a scratch or dent; a testament to warforge immense durability and though he lacked Madam Gear's graceful elegance, he made up for it with gentle controlled might, still astounded at the way such automatons could move better than most awkward walking flesh folks. Seeing that Arya had already addressed it, chose to leave it to her and let his eyes wander over the bar, where he would spot the snaketress departing; curious gaze following briefly to see her seemingly make for the bathroom, peculiarly she moved less like a casual goer and more like a quiet stalker, the way she hardly made a sound, each footstep moved with skillful silence, even her large sleeves went without must rustle. He studied the woman a moment longer with wary sharp eyes though again felt no real malice that should warrant alertness; a dangerous beauty with a sultry kiss deadly as her bite from the looks of it; recalling the glinting fangs. An assassin was his guess though surprising about the sultry snake was the mercy she afforded the pickpocket with a hard lesson, harsh but fair….and quite lucky. More so than the boy thought since assassins and those of thieving guilds aren’t known for such kindness as a simple broken wrist. One to keep a cautious ear out for, the traces of various poisonous scents proved more worrisome as equally as it was interesting. Leaving the snake-tress to her business with a mental note to catch their name having heard it muttered but had been too distracted to make much out while tending to Phia. His eyes then rested on the dwarf who had been writing in his journal, now conversing with Arya; again he could smell the strange thin vestiges swirling around him.*[b][color=ee82ed] Even when this close? A truly peculiar phenomenon.[/color][/b]* It was strange and almost frustrating being unable to get a proper hold as Wendel’s was simply too dominant but the various colors at least made it feasible to count around 7-10 of them. Being surrounded by countless other individuals and happenings made them all but invisible, awashed in the crashing sea. The sound of rumbling bellies pulled him from his studying focus having him realize he might have been staring at him or the journal and quickly slid his eyes away to find dark-elf having finished his chat with Madam Gears with what sounded like a check-up. And it seemed he was left in indignant annoyance, the giggling girl showing that familiar mischief grin of a troublemaker. He shook his head sharing in his mutual pain, with Phia besides him evident. A good physician and father, strict as he seemed. Then he turned back in his seat when a mixed rumbling of hunger and unsettled battled with different urges once more. A slow calming inhale as he peered into the half-drunk cup of tea feeling he had let his mind wander too much and now had too many things to note down. Taking a page from Wendel and took out his small journal, letting it slip down the right sleeve where it would come to a soft thump against the counter, its light sea-blue cover sporting a crudely cute drawing of a fluffy wolf being hugged by a chibi jungle elf with little wonky misshapen hearts scribbled around it. His clawed fingers gently brushed the precious drawing and felt his upset nerves melt away. Picking up and drinking the rest of the tea with a satisfied sigh then a soft clink of it placed back down followed by two firm taps of the counter before raising said finger.”[color=ee82ed] Pardon, Madam Gears. Another of your deletable mule tea..[/color]” A testing gulp feeling a small strain in his throat gave a quick clearing cough.”[color=ee82ed] With two dollops of honey perhaps to soothe this sore throat..at your next convenience.[/color]” An appreciative nod after asking then gingerly slipped the pencil out from the ring binding and opened his journal to quietly scribble away his latest findings and encounters. An almost giddy flick of the ears as he delved in eagerly at his notes. [/color]