[url=https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/irihis-character-index.211268/post-4457035] Miiya Aether[/url]
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Miiya’s smile broadened at the wags of Juniper’s tail. She hadn’t met many doglike beastkin, and found that the wagging tail was just as cute when attached to a humanoid as a true canine. [color=cyan] “Well alright then.”[/color] She thought for a moment as Juniper greeted Shiki and Reed spoke about the missing persons. [color=cyan] “Say; that contract got any room for more retainers? I’m not a Guild member, but I’ve worked independent security contracts.”[/color] she asserted. [color=cyan] “If yer searching for people, places, or things, yew’ll do better with an Aerial scout on yer side.”[/color] Miiya proposed.

The birdgirl did not have anywhere in particular she needed to be at the moment. She’d been heading West with the vague notion of finding work in The See. Though Miiya wasn’t the biggest fan of magic--and most fae were pretty magic--she had decided she couldn’t keep avoiding the large and diverse lands and cities of The See. This being the edge of fae territory, and Juniper’s mission sounding a little magic made Miiya think this might be a good chance at getting her feet wet. 

It was a good thing Miiya was not biased against nonhumans, because the woman that appeared next was about as [s]in[/s]non-human as humanoids came. Between asking for food made of brains--[i]Like… human brains?[/i] Miiya wondered--and looking in three different directions at once, Marrion was weirdness incarnate. [i] Well… Viv was pretty bizarre too, before I got to know her.[/i] Miiya counseled herself. She wanted to make a good impression on a potential employer, and that meant acting open-minded. [color=cyan] “The stew’s not bad.”[/color] She encouraged Marrion. [color=cyan]”For being, ya know, brain-free,”[/color] she grinned.   

Miiya listened to Reed’s recounting of his recent experiences in Arborhaven. [color=cyan] “Yeah, they do seem like a bunch of withdrawn sourpusses.”[/color] Miiya agreed loudly, watching the nearby patrons flinch and grip their talismans at every little disturbance--especially anything lively or loud. She didn’t like the continual sidelong glances and mutters. In her experience, those could lead to groups of malcontents ginning up the courage to try some cloak-and-dagger shu. She figured it was better to confront such nastiness head-on and either chase away, or expose any wicked intent, rather than have some coward try to slip a dirk in you when your guard was down.

When Netzir blew up one of his magic chess pieces and then transformed its shards into a shower of sparkly dust, she decided to seize the opportunity. Miiya slipped off her barstool, leaving behind her emptied bowl and tankard. Picking out the grumpiest of the nearby patrons, who seemed to have the most to [s]plot[/s] say (under his breath), she leaned down and threw an arm around the seated man’s shoulders. [color=cyan] “I agree, friend! That WAS quite the show!”[/color] Miiya said loudly, pointing to the sparkles with her free hand. [color=cyan] “Yew wanna share those [i]compliments[/i] yer muttering with our magician here?”[/color] The birdgirl wasn’t large, but there was a surprising [strength A] in her grip, and the [i]friendly[/i] arm around the patron’s shoulders [i]wasn’t[/i]. In fact, it felt like it could quickly turn into a sleeper hold if the man wasn’t sufficiently compliant and complimentary.