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A magical crown and a dragon. Huh... Now that was something she hadn't heard of. Or tried. Ever. Mira made a face as she mused over the idea in silence. When she and Sparhawk used to hang out together, he had always been the more clever and logical of the two while she was the sly and creative one. So she trusted when he claimed he had reason to believe that the crown actually existed, as implausible as that was. No doubt he'd have done his research and checked his sources thoroughly. Of course, using a reference that old was foolish (Sparhawk had inevitably changed over the years, everybody does) but Mira wanted to believe him. Now with that aside: did she still want to go along with this? Hell yeah. Mira bobbed her head in acceptance. She was in, whether or not Sorren would be joining them. The weasel's whiskers twitched and it suddenly squealed in despair. "What? Are you mad? A dragon?!?! I don't want to turn into a roast you dull oaf! Release me this instant!" He did have a point but Mira was already set on going with no intention of chickening out. She made face and came back with how he really didn't have a say in the matter, but the rodent was not having it. He tried clawing his way out of her hand and even resorted to biting but Mira simply held him by the scruff. She signed again. "I am not a fluffy snake! You take that back!"

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Mira was starting to get her suspicions on Sparhawk's behavior but hadn't quite caught on yet like Sorren did. She grinned widely once the new announcement was made. Seemed all their hard work was for nothing. Puppets, the pirate thought smugly. Once she was free the woman decided to repay the gesture by shoving the man who'd been restraining her, then happily accepted the weasel back. Surprisingly it settled down in her grip and stopped cursing everyone out. She signed it a quick few words, then had it direct that to Sparhawk. "I missed you like a cur misses its fleas." Mira was still upset with him; for the part where he had ignored her and for the part where he was only releasing them because he was no longer being ordered to capture the pair. Although, she couldn't really hold that against him. He was just doing his job. "What's the catch?" That had most certainly caught her attention but she was still wary.

The Legend Of The Ferra Stone

I assume you mean my character, and Eliza is Human, Elion is Elven

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No he meant you. Clearly none of us are human so we might as all well start fessing up now.

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Of course she had this coming. Stupid thing was crawling all over her by now and she was struggling not to squirm from the ticklish feeling. Mira rolled her eyes, then quickly snapped back to stare down Sparhawk. Look at me, dammit. The woman practically snorted as she stomped her boot in irritation. She hated nothing more than being deemed unworthy of so much as a glance. So much as a single motion of acknowledgement. Some had the decency to at least look at their quarry when announcing the consequences while others appeared they couldn't be bothered anyone labeled a criminal. But this? The man was deliberately ignoring her and it was pissing her off. Mira tried backing up when another knight stepped forward to remove the weasel from her garment but was manhandled to stand still in place by someone else from behind. She made a noise of protest (a failed attempt at say "no", it was an odd thing that sounded like a cross between a cough and a hoarse grunt) then went so far as to attempt biting at the hand reach towards her. The person from behind kneed the backs of her legs to force her to kneel before pulling her head back by her hair. Still, Mira tried twisting away although now it was pointless as the weasel was dug out from her shirt.

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Well, he had recognized her but his next actions caught her off guard. Mira's face fell with utter disappointment. That was most certainly not what she had expected. The teasing yes but the part where he was still proceeding with the arrest warrant? Nope, that came as an unpleasant surprise. Mira was hoping to receive at least a little sympathy from Sparhawk but it seemed he was firmly set on his completing job regardless of the circumstances. Her priority changed to protecting the weasel and she promptly signed it a quick order to stay still before stuffing the animal down the front of her shirt. Once it had settled down, Mira turned to Sorren and gave him a shrug before putting both hands up ans stepping out into the open. "Thanks a lot, jerk" she motioned to no one in particular. Mira doubted any of these men would know what she was saying anyways. The woman made no protest as her arms were bound together behind her back ans she was shoved roughly towards her former friend. Couldn't he have the decency to at least look her in the eye while he barked out orders for her incarceration? Most would think nothing of this whole situation but she knew just how severe the various punishments for theft are...

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Bloody hell.

Mira didn't have an escape plan at the moment. And considering both she and Sorren were literally trapped, she knew there was no point in trying to think up one anyways. Not to mention she was unarmed. But she wasn't about to surrender the weasel so easily, not now that she'd finally gotten what she wanted. The woman huffed and peaked out from behind the wall of the ally she'd ducked in to with Sorren in tow. A poor choice but since both ends of the street were filled with shinning knights hunting them in the name of the king, there weren't any options left. Now all she could do was try to buy time but that wouldn't get them anywhere. Mira's searching eyes stopped and settled on one particular man who stood out from the rest -the one who'd been yelling at her to surrender. She squinted, hard. It took a few seconds but suddenly she remembered where she'd seen that face. Sparhawk! He was older (obviously) -he let his hair grow out, and his boyish features were replaced with a more mature firmness. But it was definitely him. Her eyes widened and she made a noise akin to gasping. Mira ducked back behind the safety of the wall. She quickly started signing to the white rodent, who squeaked in protest. "Too fast!" it complained to her. Mira huffed in irritation and tried again, slowly, this time her message considerably shorter. "Sparky." Mira repeated the gesture with an added word. "Sparky!" it chirped in louder volume. She nodded her head and tried once more, this time sticking her head out to face the man whose attention she was trying to draw. "Oye Sparky!" At this point the weasel was screaming as hard as its little lungs would allow it to.

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”I knew this was a bad idea,” Sorren muttered, peering cautiously around the stack of ancient barrels the pair had chosen to hide behind. He never should have bargained with a pirate, but he hadn’t really seen any other option at the time, and now here he was assisting in the robbery of a weasel of all things. The pirate, Mira, was mute, and in exchange for his freedom, she wanted a way to speak. While he couldn’t give her voice back, he could give the power of speech to something else, so she agreed. The furry white creature in question was currently stuffed into a little cloth sack and was squirming and hissing in disapproval. The elf crouched to the ground and set the bag down, opening it ever so slightly to peer at the beady eyed rodent. Clearly it wasn’t pleased with the fact that it had been snatched from its cozy home among royalty to accompany a mute pirate.

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This was probably both the absolute best and the absolute worst idea she had ever gone through with. By far. And that was saying something, all things considered.

Mira could only smile at Sorren in return, too excited to bother signing a proper response for the elf. Her hands were shaking much too hard anyways. Wiggling her fingers, Mira tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ears and reached a hand into the sack containing her prize. She had to feel around for a moment before finally grabbing the little demon of an animal. Thankfully it was mostly bark and no bite (she’d given it a quick flick in the face when it tried to snap its little teeth at her) and suddenly went quiet as it practically shrunk with fear when she pulled it up by the scruff. ”Alright, deal’s a deal and you promised” she reminded him with her free hand. “Now do your thing so we can get it talking. And hurry.” A full grown woman and yet the notion of possibly having a ‘voice’ again made her feel all bubbly.

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Sorren grumbled darkly when she prompted him to hurry, casting another nervous glance down the alley before taking the little creature from her and setting him on the dirty cobblestones in front of him, keeping a firm but gentle hold of it as it tried to wiggle away from him. The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could get back on track and away from this mess. The mage furrowed his brow in concentration, his hand starting to glow, causing the weasel to squeak in surprise and protest, which suddenly turned into a stream of curse words rather than animalistic noises. He was rather surprised at the little rodent’s foul mouth, but then again, he should have expected nothing less. He had used the spell before, but usually it was on horses or dogs, and he always revoked it soon after. It wasn’t permanent anyway, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. It lasted a week or two at most. “There, that should do it,” he said, picking up the weasel by the scruff and handing it back to her, “Now we should probably get out of here before the guards find us, because there is no way I’m sitting in a cell again for the next week,” he stated, peeking back out at the street as he stood up once more.

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Without further ado Mira decided to try out her new companion. Using one arm to hold it up against the space connecting in between her chest and shoulder (as one might a small dog) she turned her back to Sorren so he couldn't see her hands and rapidly spelled something out with her fingers. “For what?” it asked her with a twitch of its muzzle and Mira just might have laughed if she didn’t believe the noise to sound so repulsive. She shook her head and signed a few more things while the weasel watched her movements with surprising attentiveness. Mira stopped and turned back around, watching the weasel expectantly as it looked to the mage. “She says ‘thank you.’” The smile on her face could have cured anything. “And you’re the ugliest thing she’d ever set eyes upon.” Mira’s face turned from bright to stunned in a second before shifting to a scowl. She threatened to flick the weasel once more before he amended himself. “No she didn’t.” Satisfied, Mira relaxed a bit and started signing once more before pausing. There was a distant but distinct sound of approaching knights, their metal armor clanking noisily as they began heading in this direction. Mira lurched forward to grab Sorren by the arm and yanked him behind as she darted in the other direction.

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Sorren watched quietly as she turned rapidly signed to the weasel, before turning back around, her face being as it translated what she had said. The elf couldn’t help but crack a smile at her excitement and apparent glee when it spoke, even though the whole situation was pretty stressful. “You’re welcome,” he said with a nod, then raised a disapproving eyebrow at the weasel when it added another snide comment, chuckling with a shake of his head at the brief exchange that occurred between the two before it corrected itself. At the sound of metal against stone, he turned his head to locate the source of the noise. ”Is that-?” but he didn’t get to finish his sentence because Mira grabbed his arm and dragged him swiftly along behind her, a few elvish curses escaping him as he stumbled to pick up speed to keep up with her. In all his hundred years of living, he had never been on the wrong side of the law, so this whole experience was entirely new to him, and he wasn’t really enjoying it. If it was up to him, he would have given her a stray cat or something that wouldn’t get them arrested, but no such luck. He dearly hoped that they wouldn’t get caught, and if they did, maybe he would be able to talk his way out of it again.

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@Little Italy Hm yes, that would make sense lol

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@Little Italy Now I'm wondering how someone like him ends up associated with someone like Mira