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[color=ee82ed]Race:[/color] Silver-Wolf Shifter
[color=ee82ed]Class:[/color]  Arcane Mystic
[color=ee82ed]Location:[/color]  Bar
[color=ee82ed]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Phia, [@Funnyguy] Wendel (Miris)
Mentions: [@Oso] Bastion, Gears Talis, [@Tae] Meiyu, [@Potter] Arya
[color=ee82ed]Equipment:[/color]
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🐾 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 who 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] 
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Menzai intended to gather his scattered thoughts and collect his stressed nerves after the somewhat embarrassing display of caring affection. Phia’s warm response and lack of complaining helped alleviate some of his concerns, done out of brotherly habit as the quiet wolf sought ways he could be useful to the dark-elf in the small ways he knew how. 

Only for the messy half-elf to stand up with dramatic haste as if suddenly spurned by a great urge. He could do little else but sit and listen incredulously as the pen held between his fingers in a firm grip tensed upon seeing Phia's overenthused manner of requesting to visit the bathroom like she was embarking on a grand quest. 

Worried about how Madam gears might take the whole marble offering; sweet as it was, the approach…cutely amusing as it was, could prove weird or off-putting to those less unsavory or unkind folk like the dragonborn and other possible dangers lurking anywhere among the ship. 

And though momentarily paused, seemingly out of shock rather than anything, the femanoid warforged accepted the offered marble with a kind reverence, the way she placed it in a separate drawer, a secret he guessed and stopped his curious gaze following. 


 [color=#f97fca]“I have been wondering where the chamber of relief is hidden. I’m going to follow them and discover their secrets. I will return promptly.”[/color]

Menzai turned his attention to the half-elf whispering, his blank face nonplused at the talk of secrets and bathrooms. A simple visit to the loo seemed harmless enough and surely wouldn’t turn into some dangerous fiasco? Something was warning his gut that letting her go was a bad idea; perhaps it was the snaketress and the small woman who had departed in a strange haste of their own, the unpleasant chair screek signaling so. 

She placed a hand on his arm. [color=#f97fca] “Please watch over the goddess in my absence.”[/color]

The touch of her hand upon his shoulder caused his uncertain doubts crumble away while the way she asked her request in that sweetly hummingbird voice melted his stubborn urge to follow and keep an eye; a place he couldn’t follow without appearing a creep without clear signs of danger and the like.” [color=ee82ed]Of course, may your venture to the chambers bear many secrets.[/color]” A nod of his head, then a tilting glance towards Arya, currently chatting with Bastion.”[color=ee82ed] And at your behest, I shall do my best to keep her safe until your return. However,  if the need arises, merely call for me and I shall come to your side.[/color]” Whispered for her, the wolf,  much like most else, of the tribe, could hardly refuse Phia, her mere adorably innocent presence proved too intense. 

Watching Phia depart with a playful trot that initially put him at ease until he noticed how she was aggressively charging after before vanishing from view.*[b][color=ee82ed] ….I’m going to regret this aren’t I?[/color][/b]” A slow, heavy sigh through his nose as he shifted and turned to keep the bathroom within his peripheral vision and left ear turned towards its direction, keeping an ear out for danger, but the distance and countless bustling chatterings made it all but impossible to pick out to his dismay. 

Had it not been for that snaketress making her way to the same bathroom seemingly and the fidgety woman, both left him with an unease, particularly so with Phia’s antics, certain to frighten the stressed female.

And now found himself stressed with fretting worries of his own kind as he turned back to the counter. 

[color=goldenrod]“Well now, listen to you, Mr. Sophisticated. Tea with a sweet tooth. Comin’ right up.”[/color]

His ears perked up with a small shivering fluff at the unexpected compliment.*[b][color=ee82ed] She thinks I’m sophisticated?[/color][/b]* His clawed fingers drummed against the page of his journal in a bout of disbelief as a fluttery happiness bubbled in his chest even as his face showed no change save for the slightest hint of pink to his pale cheeks. He could not help but be pleased that someone appreciated his efforts to not appear like some filthy animalistic shifter. (with no offense to Phia's most recent antics)

Whereas Phia always shone bright and impossibly alluring, who always drew the attention, gifts, and compliments, Menzai lived as her shadow, going unseen and unnoticed unless needed. A wolf long since turned cold, a ghost with the sole purpose of keeping her safe. 

Above all else, assuring Phia’s safety and happiness came before all else, even at the stake of his own life.*[b][color=ee82ed] Never forget, never again. My precious twin moons..I won’t forget the promises.[/color][/b]* His right hand shifted to feel the string of his charm bracelet digging slightly into the wrists, its sting to remind him of the weight he carried as several teeth jostled against the tender flesh; small fangs of varying sizes, each given from a family member. 

Idly brushing the two smallest resting near the center, one a semi-sharp shifter cub, the other a half-elf between his thumb and index finger. His touch was lovingly soft, a comfort as much as a reminder for whenever he started to feel overwhelmed with concerns or his past traumas threatening to engulf him. 

Such as this whole incident on the airship up to this point, which had left him in a conflicted and stressed mood. As he was unsure how to take the praise, small and simple as it was, to him, who seldom received them felt like a high praise, having strived to appear trustworthy and friendly instead of a..monster.

His brows furrowed sullenly at the thought as his gaze kept sneaking peeks towards the bathroom, the sense of unease refusing to leave him be, like a wicked specter clinging its icy grip upon his shoulders that kept him on edge. 

Were that he had his tea and could see Madam Gears working away; quite busy already as is with several tasks. Seeing her work with such vigor to ensure all customer satisfaction with wonderful service, and a dazzling blue smile to come with it. 

Menzai could hardly ask her to speed things up when doing her best. A testament to her continuing popularity. 

Feeling his anxiety starting to build once more, though, and decided to focus his attention on his journal to pass the time. This was his comfort, his sanctuary where he was able to be himself, paying little heed to the conversations around him, never been much good at them.

He took another bite of his food but didn't wait to finish chewing to add, “Gret a grood hound,” he said with a few small nods. [color=silver]“Isn’t that right, Shifter?” [/color]

The wolf had been barely paying attention until the dwarf made mention of getting a hound in a manner that caused a low rumbling growl to slip from his throat before he knew.”[color=ee82ed] Sir dwarf, know that I am no mere hound; this shifter is a proud wolf, thank you [/color]” An effort to maintain his calm demeanor having partially turned towards Wendel with a sharp warning huff, his tone held a strained, anxious irritation.” [color=ee82ed]One that holds no foolish thoughts of superiority. All animals carry their own worth just as we do. To be a bird…means to be free of all the worldly strifes.[/color]” Turning his gaze over to Bastion, stroking the scarf draped around their neck, the fabric flapped with great care, unabated and free.

“ [color=ee82ed]To have the sky as your domain? What better gift could one ask for?[/color]” The wolf muttered aloud more to himself,  letting his gaze wander upward to watch the burning ring blaze with unending glory, a bright, childlike, wondrous joy twinkled beneath the glowing expanse, and its unending splendors all around.

Relishing in his admiration a moment longer, then with a shake of his head, regretful for allowing his composure to slip undeservedly so towards Wendel, or at the degree he did so; a sign he should keep his tongue til he could get everything in order and his second tea. 

And a part of him had a feeling he was going to need plenty more by the end of this day. 

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