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Post by Thunderbird on Nov 7, 2016 5:42:38 GMT -5
Mirina ’Nana’ Eyes: Emerald green, a shade colder Hair: Dark auburn, thick and kept clean, usually tied to a messy bun. She appears to have a habit of weaving decorations into her hair, some being apparent, like three wooden pearls on the right side, behind her ear and a dark brown feather sticking out of the bun. Some of the decorations change while others persist, of which some might draw the conclusion that there are both meaningful and purely aesthetic ornaments. Body: Skin lightly tanned, like for someone who is used to being outdoors but does not necessarily spend all her time out there. There are few little scars here and there, like scratches and so, but nothing definitive. Small in stature and lithe in build, though some muscle has begun to develop following the physical requirements of an outgoing traveler. Seemingly easy to throw grins and quick to laugh, this elven miss appears to mix more or less successfully the odd combination of an educated young lady and a rowdy forestwoman. Her speech patterns are everchanging from situation to situation, and all in all she looks more or less out of place in Calidor, or really, wherever she is at the time. Who really knows who – or what – she is? ”There comes a time when we all must find our own way. You clearly don’t belong here, so I think your time is now.” ((To DM’s: Under this description there shall possibly appear some tales and journal entires. Please do not transfer this to Biography section for being in the wrong place. Thank you!))
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Post by Thunderbird on Nov 14, 2016 10:32:24 GMT -5
”Remember to behave accordingly, sweetheart. This is a powerful family we’re about to meet.” The tone of the older elf was a laughing one, and the teenage she was talking to caught a wink through the reflection in the mirror. A slight tug and a twist of hair; the auburn tresses were now neatly wrapped into a bun. The older elf made one last adjustment by picking up an ornated comb from the vanity table in front of them and placing it at the base of the bun. ”There, you’re done.”
The teenager stared at her reflection. Surely, she looked like someone regal enough to meet with the businessmen they were about to see. She gazed at the older elf, her mother, through the mirror. ”Ma, Ah’ve been doin’ some readin’- -” she was interrupted by the intense gaze and the arch of a single brown. Language, it meant. The teenager inhaled slowly before speaking again. ”Mother, I have recently done some studies regarding this family we are about to meet,” the tone of her voice was soft and gentle, the language of hers close to perfect, not a single phoneme out of place. Fit for a noble lady, one would say. ”They span back to three generations, with each getting richer than the previous. Though I understand not what an odd idea would come upon the Old Patriarch to suddenly wish for a black bear as a pet?”
Her mother smiled, ”Richer folk have some odd preferences, and it is not up for us to decide. Or is, in the sense that I am not above saving a specimen if I deem their future treatment might be less than unsavory.” Her mother hummed with a calming tune and gathered some necessities around the bedroom. She packed all neatly into a shoulderbag, turning towards Mirina. The older elf smiled, a heartfelt smile Mirina had seen turn both men and women into soft puddles of goo. Or a pile of disembodied bowels, if it was up her father. ”Now. If it looks like a cat, and meows like a cat..?” The slight rise of her tone in the end was a beckoning for an answer. ”It might be a tiger dressed up as a cat,” Mirina replied, calm and cool like the first breezes of winter signaling the end of a season.
The smile turned into a lopsided grin. ”Let us go now. They’ll be expecting us.”
Mirina sat in front of the fire on a pillow, the small room she now resided in just big enough to fit her and the puppy she had earlier bought from the Kennels. Brata rested his head on her thigh, his ears and paws twiching as he slept. Mirina stared into the yellow and orange flames. Her mouth parted for a whisper, ”A pleasure to meet you, I am known by the name of Mirina - -” she stopped. Like all those years ago, she inhaled, only to begin again. ”’ey there, Ah’m Mirina, Nana fer short. Ain’t it a lovely day, eh?” She pursed her lips and twisted them from side to side. ”Good day, I’m Mirina. It’s raining cats and dogs.”
It was going to be a long night.
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