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[Center] [Color=Cyan] Miiya Aether [/color]
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Miiya’s smile grew broader at [@carsOwO] Netzir’s turn of phrase, and she laughed at his self-appointed title. [color=cyan] “That’s a good one!”[/color] Her eyes sparkled with genuine mirth, and she found she instantly liked her impromptu blue-hued drinking companion. He seemed much more fun than the disheveled drunk to her right. Miiya was not on guard against anything worse than pickpockets, so her cursory glance at [@Sanity43217] Shiki missed the subtle signs that he wasn’t just another lush looking for joy at the bottom of his cup.

Turning to her left to face the beastkin, Miiya gave him her answer. [color=cyan] “The weather, most definitely, but seems like the socializing ain’t bad either.”[/color] Her voice and demeanor were open and friendly as she introduced herself. [color=cyan] “I’m Miiya, and I’m pleased to meet yew, Yer Supreme fuzzyness.”[/color] She twitched a little, giving the impression of a mock bow without having to put too much effort into it. She’d give Netzir a moment to reciprocate with his own introduction, though there was more than a passing chance that she’d be sticking with “Fuzzball Supreme”. 

[color=cyan] “I was flying West when I ran into this storm.”[/color] Miiya gestured to the rain lashing the tavern’s windows. [color=cyan] “Looks like I’m grounded for the evening.”[/color] She took another sip of her ale. Miiya wasn’t far into her stein, but she was already feeling the effects as the start of a pleasant buzz. The Aerial’s rapid metabolism and circulation pushed the alcohol through her veins. [i]This is a pleasant way to rehydrate[/i] she thought to herself. 

Hearing the quiet thump of the barkeep setting out a bowl of this evening’s stew, Miiya turned all the way around and picked up her spoon. [color=cyan] “Alright! Thanks!”[/color] she said to the bartender, though they had already moved on to another customer. Blowing on the steaming lumps of meat, tubers, and thick broth, she posed a question to Netzir. [color=cyan] “This smells great; yew had supper yet? The grub here any good?”[/color] she queried him as to what she should expect once she dug in. [color=cyan] “Not that I’m sending it back, either way; I was getting low on fuel, and I’m not gonna go back out in that,”[/color] she gestured with the laden spoon toward the door of the tavern, [color=cyan]“to hunt around for better.”[/color]

If Netzir proved amiable to further conversation, Miiya would make more of it, mostly focused on getting to know him. Was he from around here? What was the glowy bit on his shoulder? Was he some sort of mage? What did he do for work? Eventually she got around to asking [i]his[/i] reason for being in the tavern--and Arborhaven, for that matter--if he had indicated he wasn’t a local. None of Miiya’s questions were particularly probing, and she wouldn’t press Netzir if he declined to speak on any particulars.

The birdgirl, herself, would openly share her own lore, prompted by Netzir’s questions or volunteered, following the lines of her own inquiries: Miiya was originally from Ryke but she had visited Arborhaven before, she didn’t have a single iota of magical aptitude, she’d had a lot of jobs. 

[color=cyan] Here, check this out.”[/color] Miiya had started eating, but she paused and set her spoon down for a moment. Unsnapping her jacket, she pulled down the neckline of the gambeson vest beneath, exposing a tatoo of a small blue swallow on her collarbone. [color=cyan] “Six thousand miles sailed.”[/color] she explained. Though it had been a few years since she served on the Whale King, Miiya was still proud of her accomplishments aboard, and she tended to take any opportunity to show off her nautical tattoos.

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If Netzir hadn’t realized by now, he would likely soon recognize that Miiya was something of a chatterbox--especially when she was feeling comfortable and had, now, half a pint in her. The Aerial had the unique ability--whether by physiology, or simply just practice--to inhale food, drink, breath, and still talk without pausing. In the time it had taken to make introductions, ask her questions, and detail a little of her own background, the Aerial woman had already made it through two of her three bowls of stew, and was starting on the third. 

Along with her powerful aviator’s heart, Miiya had a lot of lung capacity--and a set of pipes to match. She wasn’t employing even a fraction of the volume she could hit, but neither was she particularly quiet. Anyone eavesdropping--or just nearby--would be [i]treated[/i] to the bits of her life story that she was amiably [s]over[/s]sharing. 


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Miiya eats, drinks, and talks about herself… kind of a lot.
She asks Netzir about himself, his magic, his work, etc. and even sorta listens to any responses he might give.
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