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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Sat Mar 19, 2022 9:00 am

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It seemed like one of the many times Miriko travelled, She would end up somewhere she had a feeling she would be. Hargeon But it was also because Alistair like it here too. It was something to embrace the quiet moments of. Miriko could take the time to paint and draw. Alistair could sit by the water and look for fish or nap. It was kind of perfect for them. Even if it was their normal."Do you wish to see the fish markets here too Alistair?" Miriko posed the question to her companion while they were walking. It was nice to have one that spoke."I do not see why not."The casual remark by him was.

Miriko by all means was a massive stand out while they travelled to the streets, The tall gothic painter, the massive cat. Miriko would eventually gather the attention of something over time. But for now she was just like anyone else roaming around and it was nice. Eventually some where with in the streets Miriko would stop."How much supply do we have left?"Miriko asked Alistair, Because she had lost track with actually feeling like she had other things on her mind.

So Alistair would stop for a moment."I personally have no idea."Then well Miriko would just walk over too the saddle bad Alistair had on him and start digging through them. Putting on her blanket and tying it in place to make sure it did not move, It was still winter and Miriko was starting to feel the cold still. Then she would start digging through things as she normally would."Hmm...we might have to stop for supplies soon, But I am not in a rush by any means."Miriko mentioned while she finished looking through things.

#2Isobele Kozilek 

Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Sat Mar 19, 2022 10:34 am

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Vyra


Alone

It was telling how throughout two years of having been within Hargeon, Vyra had seen so little of the actual city. Her time had been largely left through the parts most immediate of the Blue Pegasus Guild Hall that for her to venture through these parts now, she may as well have been a foreigner like so many whom wandered the streets. At least, she assumed them to be foreigners. Truth be told, she even found herself asking that same sort of question of people whom were in Blue Pegasus.

Faces in the crowd.

Outside of Alisa, and a couple of other members whom she had developed some level of report towards, it felt like everyone was a stranger. Those who seemed to know of her knew her more for the relationship she had with Alisa. Derogatory in nature or not, the term ‘Alisa’s pet’ was one that she had heard thrown about once or twice before, and though few would be as willing to disclose something like that in public, likely it were sentiment felt to some.

That made it all the more awkward being within this part of Hargeon. Was she more recognized as being this sort of mascot within Blue Pegasus, or was she just like the rest of these people? She didn’t know. And part of her was happy for that. Perhaps here would be a chance to see what the people really were like, that is, without them having the subtle threat of being on the wrong side of Alisa hanging over their head.

But then again, maybe it would have been no different than before everything.

The first days of her in Hargeon were still fully present within her memory, the cruel reception she had received - not unlike that of so many other locations before it - was something that she found herself almost expecting, especially in a relatively-new place like this. A sense of self-consciousness swept over her as a crackling sound from behind her caused her to turn around in a hasty moment of fright. Though nothing, it left her with an uneasy feeling. Not particularly calmness, but neither purely of fear. Maybe both?

Her pace quickened, wanting to spend as little time in the streets as she could. What she thought would have been interesting to explore instead had her questioning the decision. Moments passed before her accelerated walking had turned itself into a slow sprint, paranoia beginning to spread the longer she spent in this unknown part of the city.

She had been so fixated on what may have been around her that she had neglected what was in front. And did not realize it until it was too late.

Vyra fell backwards, landing hard upon the cobblestone road; not hard enough to hurt herself so much, but certainly to break her out of her persistent daydream. Only as she looked up did it dawn upon her the obstacle were in fact a person.

She had just absentmindedly run right into a woman in the middle of the street, with absolutely no regard towards her.

Panic echoed upon her face as the Demi-Human realized this, getting up as quickly as possible – the pain from her fall then radiating through her body – as she checked the woman, fearful for what may have happened to them, “Are you alright!?”

“I’m so sorry… I just, I guess I wasn’t paying attention… so sorry…” Her eyes turned to the ground for a moment, noticing the small little bits littered upon the ground, knocked out of the woman’s hands upon Vyra’s collision. “I don’t have much jewels, but I can pay for those, if you’d like…”

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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Sat Mar 19, 2022 2:36 pm

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With it being the kind of day it was Miriko was naturally not really paying attention to anything around her, If anything the coming situation Miriko could plan herself equally as much, But how this unfolded was yet to come. It seemed to also break Miriko form her casual distraction of digging through things. Then the motion of some one falling over, Even made the tall gothic lady digging through her own things stumble a tiny bit. managing to keep herself some what balanced to not fall over but she did stumble a tiny bit. Stopping herself from falling with some of the things she had with her across the slightly snowy ground.

The various containers of paint, the hard covered drawing books, various brushes where was Vyra was seemingly worried and embarrassed Miriko realized it was just a mistake.Alistair however started getting a good laugh out of this, two people with their heads lost in the clouds, not something he saw everyday."I am sorry to laugh at this situation Miss, But I can not say this was something I ever expected to see in my life time."Alistair then got up and stretched,As sometimes sitting even for a small amount of time was something that made him feel stiff.

Miriko was not worried about her things or what was on the ground, if you looked at the tall lady in a gothic attire with strange hair, you could see her extremely pale worked well with her dark purple eyes. Was walking over to the Demi-human only because it showed. Miriko was worried about her more then her things."I am fine, are you okay?"Miriko's voice was fairly calm, settled and relaxed. She in fact sounded fairly meek and harmless opposite to her rather imposing height of a woman at six foot three inches tall.

She could save her work later if need be. Honestly depended upon how bad the pages of her drawing books."I can get the paint later, If lucky enough the containers are not too damaged."She was yet to check over the paint vials, because well she had other things on her mind.

This situation would be solved rather quick considering,Picking up the books that were on the ground she did not check them over to check if any of the snow had damaged the pencil drawings with in them."Wait what? pay for them, Nonsense I should have been paying attention  as well for anyone around me."Miriko would mention because she mentioned she had little jewel, Miriko was better off in terms of jewel.

Miriko then would put her on reading glasses, Why? just because she was strange that way she was not reading anything. They were not magical in anyway just reading glasses. The kind that an old woman would wear, Just black entirely even the string to keep it in place while she was not using them was black."Now really, are you okay?..."Then she stopped and felt kind of embarrassed because well neither of them knew each others names and Miriko was normally far better to getting to the point of introductions of one another."I am...Miriko, If it is easier just call me Mimi."She was getting to that point better and not getting nervous with social interaction.Alistair then would just join in as well."And I am Alistair, please to meet you."It seemed they be rather friendly and relaxed, hopefully that would help the worried Vyra settled down, Rather then panic much like she and Miriko did.

#4Isobele Kozilek 

Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Sat Mar 19, 2022 6:09 pm

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Vyra


Alone

Worried or embarrassed. It was hard to say quite what Vyra was more feeling. Though embarrassed for herself certainly, more she worried for the woman whom she had run into. Looking up did she finally get a chance to appreciate her appearance for the first time. The woman towered over Vyra, even from her partially-crouched position could she see that there was probably a foot or more between their respective heights. Adorn in dark garments, her presence certainly stood out amongst the crowd, with perhaps not a single passerby dressed in even somewhat similar.

Vyra found it hard to pull her eyes away, fascinated by the woman. Rich purple eyes set against a pale complexion looked down upon her not with the disdain or hated that Vyra would have to expect out of someone whom would be in that same situation, but rather a look of worry. Unexpected, much like the soft voice that came from the woman’s mouth, sharing the same sentiment of care that her eyes portrayed.

Despite the faint burning sensation that radiated through her lower backside, Vyra flashed a weak smile towards the woman, “I’m fine.” Finding her own words hardly convincing, the Demi-Human instead turned her attention as quickly as able towards the items that had been displaced only moments earlier. Notebooks, small glass vials full of color in various states of fullness, brushes of varying lengths and thicknesses, she hastily began to reach for things before she peered up again as the woman introduced herself. A different voice caught her off guard, but as she turned to the large cat-like creature watching over, a shiver shot through her backside, despite the warm reception of the creature. “Vy- Vyra,” she choked out, “Nice to meet you both.”

The slight dismissiveness shown towards the vials by the woman adorned in black validated some faint suspicions the Demi-Human had towards the items she had been gathering; the idea that these were painting supplies for some reason feeling foreign to her. Now even more diligently checking the vials as to their stability, she paused as she held in her hand a vial of red liquid. In particular, her focus was set upon the reddish stain within the palm of her hand, unsure whether her blood or that of a crack in the vial. Absentmindedly, Vyra took hold in her other hand, rubbing her palm thoroughly along the vial’s exterior until a blotch of paint appeared somewhere there.

There wasn’t anything on her hand once she pulled her hand away, but she did no longer needed that to validate whether the vial were cracked or not.

The small drops of red paint that had fallen and left notable blotches along her clothes were proof enough.

Her face went red. Not as red as the paint, but still red as a wave of embarrassment rushed over her, “Uh… The red… paint I guess this is… it cracked. Sorry…”

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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Mon Mar 21, 2022 6:26 am

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These two people would have an interesting understanding of one another. Or some what anyway. They both seemed to be a similar in nature in which maybe means they can get along fairly easily. Well at least Miriko was starting to ponder if this was the case. Then again it was just an interesting situation to be in since she had not really seen anyone who was like her in personality. Then again weird for a moment since Miriko was some what use to saying sorry for a few things. But she was okay in which was the most worrying for Miriko

"Good, Then the main worry is out of the way."That was her main worry, was settled so they could move on to other things if need be. All things at least to Miriko that she carried around were replaceable even if the drawings in some of the books for the common people or the art snobs where considered valuable."It more important that no one is hurt compared to my art supplies, I can easily get supplies. It was easy to find paint or brushes, I could easily redraw any of the possibly ruined pencil drawings."Miriko mentioned it so casually about it. It really did not seem to make her worried in the slightest. It was materials were replaceable it was often debatable if people were or not.

Taking the cracked vial of red paint she wondered where she could get rid of it."I could salvage the vial if need be, just need to new container for it."Miriko was trying to at least make the situation positive rather then always just hearing sorry all of the time."If need be, I can visit some one here I know and see if they help me solve it...If she isn't busy."It was true the person she had in mind was a busy lady after all.

She would take her blanket it off wrap the the vial of paint tightly. Then packed it away. Then organized the book and brushes. so they would not get any more of the paint on it."That all should be good."Miriko mentioned. Then looking at Vyra with a smile Miriko would just ask."Anything else, wrong or amiss?"she had to be sure nothing else was wrong. It was important to be sure nothing else was wrong.

#6Isobele Kozilek 

Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Mon Mar 21, 2022 4:06 pm

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Vyra


Alone

She expected something. A verbal lashing maybe. Criticism for being so careless. An expectation that she pay some form of restitution perhaps. Strip away whatever sort of protections that came as a result of her relationship towards Alisa, and a response similar to that would have been something almost certainly hauled at Vyra. Having been so expectant that this would be such an example, to hear the tall woman speak not of indignation, but rather of reassurance towards Vyra, it admittedly caught the Demi-Human off-guard. “You’re… You’re not mad?”

It left her somewhat stunned, that as the woman described what either could have been her own profession, or at the bare minimum a deeply-invested hobby, never did it seem that she held Vyra at fault. An accident. That was all it seemed it was. It should have been that simple, but she knew that any of the many whom walked past the duo, had their role been swapped with the taller woman in black, their response would have been far different. Almost instinctively, she reached down to grab the books, stopping as her mind flashed back to the red pain now smeared upon both hands; red paint that she were only a moment away from smearing upon this woman’s possessions.

“Heh, ain’t that the truth…” she remarked, not quite with a smirk nor a sigh, but more a mixture between the two. Sadly, that seemed to be the common thing throughout. The waning months of winter meant that it was only a matter of time before the prolonged season of mercantilism returned to Hargeon. Between those returning from their hibernations and all of the other parties, be them other merchants, prospective buyers, or simply the common man, time had suddenly become a luxury that few could reasonably spare.

Same could unfortunately be said of Alisa. If ever there one thing Vyra wished would have been different, it would have been that the woman whom gifted her a home within Blue Pegasus were not as busy as the two years had shown her to be. The Demi-Human would be lying if she did not feel a bit alone as a result. Ironic that despite being in a much more fortunate situation than in the past, she found herself as isolated as before.

Perhaps that was why she found the woman in black so out of place. She had come to expect indifference and was being met with politeness.

It shouldn’t have been something that she responded to with such apprehensiveness, but found herself doing nonetheless. “No, nothing’s wrong,” she lied, some part of her ashamed at how she was responding to the apparent concern expressed. Looking to pull attention away, her gaze pulled from the woman instead onto the now-arranged possessions of the woman, “So those are your art supplies? Are you like a painter?” She looked around, many of the people walking down the same street seeming to more resemble travelers than that of the merchants she had become accustomed to seeing, “A little early to be setting up for the season isn’t it?”
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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Wed Mar 23, 2022 4:44 am

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Then the time here passed more it seemed Miriko had to realize that Vyra was use to people being fair bit different then how Miriko was over all."Not at all."Maybe Miriko really did give off a different feeling when out in public she was not super stuck up or carrying a massive ego. Hopefully it would come to mind that Miriko honestly was just a lady who loved to draw and paint and did not let her skill or talent overshadow her own ego."I have people who value my pencil drawings in the book you held, But most of my work is just on the spot of what I see at the time."So far it was that strange section where other people place more value on her work then Miriko might."I can salvage the remaining ones in that drawing book later, I do carry about three to four books of pencil drawing."She did carry a list of various things.

Even mentioning."I do also often have Alistair carry some blank canvas for the sake of if something I see is fitting for the time to paint."She was just picky at least. Something she was honest about at times.


Then again she was trailing off."Well, I am more then just a painter."She did a few things after all just most known for the painting."Most people know me for my paintings. I also:Draw, Make clothing, sew, knit. It is a fairly simple list of the things I make a sell."She was just a busy woman when she openly admit it."I swear the clothing I make even now, My art is loved by many. I would say it has been fairly good venture wise so far."

She would not forget to answer the final question."If there is one flaw I can openly admit, I will find and place myself anywhere I feel is perfect for the time to paint or draw, I will figure out how to work around the weather even if I don't handle weather the greatest."It was most likely where that blanket came in and a few other things Alistair had on him with in the travel bags.

Over all it seemed still Miriko was not upset, At least Alistair had stopped laughing too."Any supplies should be simple to get, If not here in the markets I have a few people I know here who might be able to spare some."It seemed even if that was a goal in mind she had at one point Miriko shifted her plans more fitting to attempt to continue to get to know know Vyra.

"But before we do, Would you like to join Alistair and myself while we walk around here? I did intend to see if there was still some fish lingering around the ports for him to snack on."Miriko seemed to want Vyra's company, Alistair did not mind either even if he was easily asked. Keeping in mind he was a massive cat he did speak on his own and had his own free will.

Even being offered by Alistair because he was still always relaxed and good natured."It is not like Mimi has anywhere she needs to be today, She is not bound by anything."Alistair was also trying to show he in fact accepted and did not mind Vyra around either. There were things Miriko could do here but she could wait to do them, Then again visit Alisa could be considered on there, But she put that off for now too.

#8Isobele Kozilek 

Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Fri Mar 25, 2022 12:06 pm

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Vyra


Alone

As time passed, her comfort level towards the woman seemed to improve, the apprehensiveness and fear which had coiled itself around her beginning to loosen its vice with each passing moment. Though first appearances may have lent a more intimidating presence towards the woman – at least in part influenced by how much Mimi stood out relative to the lot – quickly Vyra was coming to find that what reasons she may have had to be wary, at least towards her, were for naught.

The same couldn’t quite be said of the large feline creature just besides the woman though. The assembly-line motions of people walking through the streets all seemed to part as it came into view, whether out of fear, confusion, or being otherwise overly-precautious, Vyra perhaps one of the lone few whom seemed to properly recognize the creature’s presence. Not to say that some of that may not have been out of fear; the creature – while perhaps being slightly less intimidating relative to a woman the size of Mimi – seemed to make the Demi-Human feel small. Add to it that it were capable of speech, Vyra could not help but recognize the creature, albeit with a small bit of apprehensiveness.

“Really!?” The Demi-Human found herself at a bit of a loss for words upon hearing the skills of the woman. There were little reason to believe that the woman adorned in black would have reason to lie, certainly not to impress someone as insignificant within Hargeon as Vyra ultimately was. Yet to hear all of the woman’s talents, especially not having any of her to particularly be proud of, it both fascinated Vyra while at the same time made her feel awful not having known of her before. The latter feeling was hardly new though; even local famous artists Vyra knew very little of, despite some of them having worked extensively with the Blue Pegasus Guild even recently. For a woman not particularly native to Hargeon as Mimi were, it were understandable that Vyra be unaware of them.

It did not do much to make her feel better about it.

“You made this? It’s so pretty,” Vyra said almost absentmindedly as she found herself admiring Mimi’s dress, her fingers running along the silken threads, her head filled with images of her wearing something like this, fading away as the reality set in. “I wish I could make something like this…”

A brief glance towards her hand, the smudged red paint still upon the center of her palm, snapped her back to reality, a rush of panic running through her at the possibility of her having ruined such a lovely outfit. A sigh of relief escaped through her lips as a quick glance didn’t reveal any red paint contrasting against the black and purples before her. In a moment of sheer obliviousness, Vyra recoiled her hand back as she found herself coming a mere few inches away from taking hold of the garment, despite what had just happened a moment prior.

“Then, you just come and go?” Perhaps to serve as a distraction from her near foolish action a moment ago, but also of genuine intrigue, the idea that Mimi just ventured through the world, with what she seemed to describe as a prolific career, it left Vyra for a lack of words. She was no stranger to travel, but her ventures in the past were not by choice but rather the byproducts of having been forced to take flight for safety or other forms of persecution. Between her past travels and having found a home within Blue Pegasus, going back to such a lifestyle seemed so alien. “And you enjoy that?”

As the words left her lips, she found herself wanting to take it back, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that!”

Her face went red with embarrassment. A sense of wanting to disappear washed over the girl as she found herself somewhat distracted by hypothetical imaginings of just how offended Mimi may have felt towards the remark. Only as she snapped back to reality, missing much of what Mimi may have said did she catch the invitation to join her and the large feline for a trip through the parts of Hargeon. “Me? OK!” The brief excitement quickly abided, “But, I don’t really know this part of the city. I’m not sure if I’ll really be able to show you guys where to go… I hope that’s not a problem…”

To have to confess to that fact had Vyra wishing that she had been more proactive in exploring Hargeon. It was regrettable that upon her having finally mustered the courage to do so that she have encountered Mimi, though she hoped that it would not be a problem.

Between Vyra, this woman, and her large cat-like companion, hopefully they could find their way around.
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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Sat Mar 26, 2022 6:41 am

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Even if she stopped herself Miriko seemed to not mind that Vyra wanted to feel the materials or even her dress at all but that would come up eventually."Most of my life is in fact always working towards improving said things of mention of, It is just the matter of effort."Miriko was putting the work into it to make it all work out for her in the end but Miriko also would always say some one else could slowly gain the skills she did she just needed to work on it and over all even start over all.

When Vyra did seem to touch it, Miriko did not stop her only because sometimes it is best for a person to feel the work of another person to gauge and see if it was worth it to them anyway in the end."I've had too only because of size, I could never really find things that fit me right."Miriko admitted only because well she knew she was tall so it must have been costly at times. She wished to make something like it could be something considered achievable."If you have steady hands, It would take a bit of effort, But achievable."Miriko admitted to Vyra because she did not mind her knowing that.

When Vyra pulled away it seemed to be something she remarked about but not that she was bothered by it."I do not mind if you touch at all, Unless there was another reason?"Miriko was asking this being entirely honest about it like she really wanted to see if there was a reason for it and Miriko was not going to press it if it was nothing. She would not look at Vyra's hands even if it would simple to clean them to allow such a thing could happen.

There was an understanding of what Vyra."Yes, I do enjoy how it all works like that. It allows me to enjoy all parts of what I find fun in life."To mention in delight about it, Miriko so far taking nothing in insult so far. It was just the life of Miriko a simple and content one in the end Vyra was just lucky enough to meet a really casual and happy lady.

Now Miriko had a walking buddy as well as a shopping buddy it was going to be a good day for Miriko as long as Vyra did not get too nervous."If you do get too tired let me know, Alistair should not have any problems letting you rest your feet while walking with me."It was an interesting offer, One she extended to anyone who really ended up joining her. Alistair would get up from resting and start stretching out."We both have a vague idea, Miriko and I have been around hargeon a few times just not enough."Alistair would mention and add into the conversations. Alistair so far seemed okay with Vyra it was simple really he just keeps himself free for safety matters for Miriko or other people.

#10Isobele Kozilek 

Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Sun Mar 27, 2022 3:14 pm

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Vyra


Alone

The woman’s company was nice, if not a little different than what Vyra had been used to.

Her mind raced backwards in time, struggling a well enough grasp on the amount of times that she actually had company, the total number being seldom few. Save for the rare instances that she had the rare pleasure of Alisa’s company as they ventured through a part of the city, Vyra experiencing something new, instead it would have been someone acting in Alisa’s stead. To say that it tarnished the experience and excitement factor of the venture would be an understatement. It had in part attributed to Vyra having given up on exploring more of the city.

But, with genuine company like Mimi and the large cat - the name of it at times escaping only to return after the fact - it partially made her pleased to have been as reclusive as she had been. It helped turn what otherwise would have been a more routine venture into something different. Something new.

A feeling of burning radiated through Vyra’s back, her jaw tightening as she fought back showing obvious distress. Though at first she had felt fine, at least following the initial tumbling she had endured, the more the trio walked, the more frequent it seemed that the pain occurred. Far from debilitating, an inconvenience at the most, for now at least.

Much of the time spent was a welcome change for the Demi-Human. Both Mimi and Alistair – a name that after enough time had passed Vyra had somehow managed to remember, most of the time – had proven to be enjoyable traveling partners. Even more, they helped make Vyra feel not as small as she no doubt would have felt on her own. The people, the more hardened, gritty, less willing to waste their time, they wouldn’t have had the patience nor tolerance towards either Vyra’s innocence nor her more general ignorance. This wasn’t a place for her, and they would have made her know that.

But in present company, no heed was paid towards her. Or at the minimum, not directly. The worry of having to look over her shoulder, fearful that someone may try to suddenly grab and hoist her away into one of the many alleyways, or the need to have to keep her hands at the ready, lest someone try to throw something, be it a fish or piece of wood or rock at her.

Those worries were gone. For the moment.

She had fun, despite perhaps some reluctance to admit that herself. It was not as though anything they were doing were particularly enthralling, but it did not need to be. Mimi was as much allowing Vyra to be herself and not feel quite so alone. Even the simple wandering that they had been doing, it had been uplifting.

Time continued to pass and the creeping discomfort started to strike more and more to the surface. Though it had been largely tolerable before, Vyra found herself pausing despite her present accompaniment. At first only a moment, but then a little bit longer a little more frequently. “Hey, I’m sorry to ask, but could we stop for a sec?” She asked as she leaned against a small railing, her back no longer even her primary concern, but rather her lower legs, having overcompensated in order to minimalize the strain she was feeling upon her spine. “Sorry, I guess the walking had taken more out of me than I figured for… I don’t mean to keep having to stop…”
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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Mon Mar 28, 2022 12:10 pm

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It was something that Miriko should have expected to happen but she was kind of just casually enjoying her moment and experience of walking with Vyra.There was a few things she had also considered in terms of conversation to bring up, It was things she normally brought up when talking did she offer to teach her things? did she offer a chance for one of the many things she knew how to do? it was a interesting ponder. But there was something about being able to casually walk and talk to with person about anything and not have them trying to gain something from you like a painting or valuable was refreshing to her.

But she needed to slow down. So she would not mind in the end."Oh, If that needs to happen we can stop here."Yet again Miriko seemed not bothered at all in the end about it. She and Alistair would stop and Alistair would do as always and settle into sitting for now."Even if need be, I have a staff you could use to help."It was the first of two things she would mention with the other being."Even can rest with setting on Alistair."Miriko offered because she knew he would be okay with it. If she looked at Alistair he even seemed to nod agreeing with it.

But for now she stopped and so did Alistair."I mean, sometimes even I get carried away walking, Since I do have Alistair to talk over if need be."She was not bragging more then just continuing the conversation as she always did.As she would progress into other subjection when it would eventually be on her mind. But at least if Vyra wanted to keep going she had a way to keep going.


Since they where talking a moment she would take the time to mention."If you really do require or wish, If my clothing is that much of interest to you. If you have a design for one. I can free my time up to make you something if you wish."She would do that was her first offer, Because well she did with everyone she intended to be friends with. The work she did was something she always was willing to do the effort of.

Even following it up with."Or even if you do not think that is really what your comfortable, I can attempt to show you the basics of some of my craft, I am not scared if anyone else knows how to do make them."Miriko mentioned because she wanted to be sure Vyra knew. Even if she never really needed to off. Most people where never sure until they had that spark of an offer.

"I can easily get any supply here if I talk to some one I know from here."She was thinking about Alisa, Because she would know where to find things and well the leader of Blue Pegasus was some one she considered a friend as well.

#12Isobele Kozilek 

Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Tue Mar 29, 2022 4:02 pm

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Vyra


Alone

It was hard not to feel a bit ashamed, even when there was no reason to. Vyra’s relationship with Alisa, her association with the Blue Pegasus Guild, it left such a mixed sentiment as to how the people of Hargeon had come to view her with. The perception – or at the minimum, a sizeable amount of it – had been that she was weak. Not good enough to join the guild. A street urchin who happened upon a moment of luck. Either lent enough to warrant resentment, which in turn only made her feel all the worse.

To have to take a moment out of Mimi and Alistair’s time to rest, despite them seeming to take no issue towards it, there was a part of her that felt like the critiques towards her weren’t wrong. “I’m sorry again Mimi. I didn’t mean to slow you guys down…” Neither of her travel companions seemed to take much objection to the suggestion, but it still left Vyra feeling a little down all the same. Not even so much the stopping itself, but the worry that she would have to stop again sometime later and probably sometime later too.

Her mind wandered a bit at the suggestion presented by Mimi, the same one that she had posed to Vyra earlier; the offer to ride atop the large cat, Alistair. At the time it had seemed like an interesting idea, if nothing else at least a kind proposition, but largely one that she had a hard time imaging taking up on. Not for anything negative towards Mimi or Alistair, but rather just general apprehensiveness. The prospect of her riding atop this large cat, she had a hard time wholly imaging that image, as she imagined others may have too.

With what she was feeling now, Vyra was beginning to think she’d have to reconsider that stance.

That would as much depend upon what plans Mimi and Alistair still had for themselves. Vyra was at this point simply a friendly traveling companion, as much appreciative for the company of the two as well the chance to further explore parts of Hargeon that otherwise would have been unknown. It’d be something to consider certainly, particularly if there was more travelling in their future, but that would be for then.

At the moment, a proposal stood out to her; an offer unexpectedly presented by Mimi to create some sort of outfit. It took Vyra by surprise, as while she found herself having entranced by Mimi’s dress, it seemed much like how most outfits were to her, a wishful dream. Since even before she had arrived within Hargeon, or even Fiore for that matter, some of the garments that she had seen - the exotic looks and beautiful craftsmanship that came with them – she had long ago accepted that she’d never own one of them herself.

But Mimi’s offer, to even have such an offer extended to her, knowing firsthand how talented the woman was, it left Vyra stunned.

She found herself holding back tears.

“I… I don’t know what to say…” She was elated, touched by the kind gesture, but within her mind wondering if she even had a truly inspiring design of her own. Even trying to think back to the outfits she had seen during her travels prior to Hargeon, she doubted that under the best of circumstances that she’d be able to recall them well enough for Mimi to do anything with what little Vyra could provide. Feeling the moisture beginning to descend down her cheek, she turned away, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, “Sorry, just… give me one sec.”

A few deep breaths and she felt she had composed herself enough to conduct herself again. Turning back to Mimi, she found it impossible to hide the glow upon her face, “That’s… That’s too kind of you Mimi. I just, I just don’t know if I have any designs of my own.” She slumped her shoulders, “I don’t have that creative mind. I don’t have that sort of talent…”

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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Thu Mar 31, 2022 12:17 pm

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This time Vyra might be one of the few she had a reaction of being unsure. Not that she minded at all, it was sometimes expected given most of the time she expected no one know what they wanted over all. but Miriko had an idea of what to say to Vyra in return."Consider either redeemable at any time, Take your time to think and be ready for what you might want."She started off with that."After all sometimes the skills and things I know is a fair amount, Does not mean you need to choose right away. For whatever you choose is something I prefer a person keep forever."That is all she wanted to be factored into Vyra's choice when she did choose, Something she would never want to get rid of.

I seemed Miriko had a pretty simple request with that."You have options at least, I encourage you to take your time and think upon them."Miriko felt it was not too hard of a request in the end to ask of Vyra. It would be good to leave it at that because it felt a bit better to do so. Then Miriko would move on to something different because her offers where done. She seemed to be honestly checking in on Vyra, Because she was sure to make sure she was okay, She did not mind at all even just waiting longer if need be."But how are you feeling now?"Referring to why they stopped because she wanted to be sure Vyra was actually well enough or if she needed to wait a bit longer, If worst comes to worst Miriko would take Vyra to some kind of medial person she could find to look over Vyra, Because it was something she wanted to be sure of.

Alistair could not help but chuckle."I mean we do not need to pester her too much Miriko."Alistair was just trying to be himself and talk normally about these things with a bit of light hearted fun because well it was good for these moments. Not everything needed to be serious or worrying about it in the end. "We don't need to be in a rush."Which was a fair counter point to what Miriko was making sure to have inquired about.Then again it also showed Miriko might be poking a but of fun at Miriko.

But even then there would be one thing she would mention."Keep in mind Vyra, One thing I will mention. No one started fully talented all of the time, I had to take many years and upset a few people who when I was starting to progress my talents."This was Miriko mentioning it because she needed to make sure that the things she did could be learned and blossomed into being a normal thing a person does."Some just need the starting point to develop it."Why did she mention this? most likely to see if Vyra could believe in doing such a thing herself.

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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Sat Apr 02, 2022 3:03 pm

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Vyra


Alone

So much of the time Vyra had been stressed and found emphasized the idea of ‘now’. Payment for services was expected now at the time. Food, lodging, it did not matter quite what it was, how massive or small it may have been, nobody wanted to wait. And for Vyra, someone who never had much to her own name, that idea, the expectation that asking for anything would call for her to pay immediately then and now; it led to her both being reluctant to ask for anything and assuming that anything presented to her would be have to be decided now. So for Mimi to say that it would be something that she could think about, it was so jarring, foreign even, but wholly welcome.

“Thank you,” she said with a mix of appreciation and apprehensiveness in her voice. The initial offer of Mimi’s had left her surprised, but she couldn’t shake the idea that it was just an offer made by pity – one prompted with the hope that Vyra would not be able to come up with anything, thus erasing the offer. To know that at some point she would perhaps be able to present an idea to the woman, it meant a lot to Vyra, perhaps more than what Mimi may have realized.

“You don’t have to worry,” the Demi-Human spoke, a jump in her voice, a feeling of revitalization having rushed through her, “I wouldn’t get rid of it. It’s a gift! Who would throw away a gift!?” At times, her innocence was something to admire. At others, it simply spoke to the general naivety she had to the world. An industry like fashion, one in which those of privilege and fortune could simply go from garment to garment, dispassionately discarding them as an outdated token, it was a trend all too common. One that ate away at some designers, who poured their hearts and souls into their outfits, only to see them being discarded away. She neither knew this, nor whether Mimi had endured that experience herself.

Before she even found herself able to answer whether she felt alright, the innocent banter between the large cat filled the air, causing Vyra to blush slightly. The manner by which the two interacted with one another, it seemed more akin to that of longtime companions than that of just a woman and a large cat that it may have first seemed to be. It was a relationship that she was a bit envious of, hopeful to one day have one like it herself. Gingerly, she pushed herself off the post that she had been leaning upon, gently pushing off the balls of her feet, swiveling around her ankle, expecting some level of irritation or pain, but finding herself smiling as she encountered neither. “I think I’m OK. Foot doesn’t hurt right now.” A few more steps taken to make sure it wasn’t just a false sense of relief, “I think I should be OK to keep going.”

Still a lamb lost among wolves, Vyra’s movements were completely tied to that of Mimi and Alistair, wherever they may have been looking to go next, she would find herself following. And barring any sort of circumstance that would have led to her having to run away quickly, Vyra was hopeful that her leg would not cause further problems. So long as she took it slow and walked at a reasonable pace, there should have been no concern as to further straining herself.

The trip though seemed to come secondary at points, especially when Mimi spoke, her insight being a rare luxury, a look into a world that she otherwise had been completely kept out of previously. It was interesting, her mind imaging Mimi’s growth as an artist, how it must have been like to have gone from whatever novice level she may have started from, the pitfalls and challenges that came with it. And in a way, it was encouraging too, leaving Vyra with hope that maybe she could do something like that. Maybe.

“Was it hard? To get to this point?” She probably already knew the answer, but she was curious now. The way she described it, there was a story to be told, and perhaps… Perhaps there was something that Vyra could take away from Mimi’s story.

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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Mon Apr 04, 2022 8:18 am

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It would lead into an interesting subject from Miriko, About who would throw away a gift. Because she answer might something that showed that Miriko might have had her internal worry manifest before Vyra, Miriko by no means could admit she was mentally strong woman she was easily embarrassed if you knew what you where doing around her."I say that for I have had a lot of people who has gotten these offers before, only to sold them offer for a fair amount of money when I was no longer around."Miriko mentioned and it seemed to show an honest amount of depression with in her voice, After all she might be an artist but the things she did sometimes should not be considered material rather more personal."My work is seen by many faces of the world, Even being known and kept by Alisa Vollan of Blue Pegasus herself, Yet I always feel the trust and value of what it means to give some one a gift, Is often forgone for the value my pieces can achieve."It seemed like it left Miriko paranoid in some manner about it, Like she worried about what people considered with her long hours of work.

So she would make sure to make it a bit more clear to Vyra."Do understand, It is because some people just think differently. I am not doubting your choice as a person that you would keep it."It was a sign that Miriko had some trust in Vyra with her offer, Miriko just had one of her own worries show, It was not that she was just gonna assume anyone was gonna sell it, Miriko just wanted faith in people enough to have some one not do that, some matter it seemed like she wished she never learned of it.



They would now dive into a bit of Miriko's life it seemed. It was a good question to ask her since it would show that Miriko's talents was entirely starting from nothing then working on it."It was a fairly rough challenge, My start in drawing and paint was often met with being told it was a waste of time by the nuns and church folk who raised my sister and myself."It seemed Miriko's start was not bolstered well at it's starting."I have some pages of my starts and how it progressed, Personally...I could show it because they are no that good but proof of effort."This was large way of Miriko admitting her start was not that good and no one really tried to keep her painting.

But it was a simple answer too."Yes, it was a fairly hard path to gain the skills I have now."She was humble about it enough to smile about it, Because she wanted to show it was human to build up to these things."It is why whenever asked, I tell people if you put enough time and effort into it, You could be as good as I am."Hopefully she had made her point, It was the best way she could explain it to Vyra, Everything needed that starting point to try and work into it even if it was understood sometimes people just gave up for their own reasons.

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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Wed Apr 06, 2022 11:07 pm

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Vyra


Alone

Though she should not have been surprised, Vyra could not help but feel disappointed for Mimi. Being betrayed by others, that was hardly a new thing for the Demi-Human; sadly enough it most often coming from those whom she built some level of trust with, seldom few exceptions notwithstanding. But that were something she figure a person like her would be forced to endure, not someone like Mimi. To hear people whom this woman had entrusted with something as lovingly crafted as an outfit like that of what she was wearing, or even that of a design that they had instead requested, to then betray her by selling them off later… Vyra could not have imagined how it must have felt once, let alone multiple times.

“I’m sorry… That… Why would they do that?” Obvious enough of a reasoning behind why. Money. The world ran on it. She had experienced what it was like to be without it, and the reversal of her fortunes with Blue Pegasus were as much a reflection of the wealth possessed by the guild. But even she – for as ignorantly innocent as she may have been – knew that that situation was such a far cry for most people.

Some people may have been left with no choice. But perhaps some people were just cruel.

Though she hoped that Mimi did not look at her with the level of suspicion and doubt that those interactions had left her feeling, a part of Vyra would have understood.

She could not help but perk up hearing that among those whom Mimi still trusted, they seemed to share a mutual friend. “Really? Alisa has an outfit of yours?” Vyra could not help but allow her mind to wander a bit, figuring as to what exactly she would have gotten. One of Mimi’s designs? Her own? What sort of style would she have gone for? That would be something to ask Alisa perhaps the next time she saw her; perhaps even could provide some inspiration for Vyra, if nothing else. “Well, if it’s any comfort, I wouldn’t sell whatever you make me,” she said, casting a hopefully reassuring smile upon her face. Sadly, impossible to say just how many times the tall woman had heard that before, only to be heartbroken again.

A faint horn in the distance temporarily grabbed Vyra’s attention as she looked out towards the sea; ships announcing their arrival were hardly a new thing, but something about it still captivated the Demi-Human. One of the few bits of joy hailing from her days growing up. But hearing Mimi describe the beginnings of her artistic flourish, she couldn’t help but be a little surprised by the tale. Vyra had far from a pleasurable childhood if one were to even describe it as such, and that time had greatly affected her.

No matter the person, no matter the experience, she had convinced herself that anything would have been better than what she survived through. What Mimi was describing didn’t seem all that different though. If anything, Vyra had been fortunate that she never had any sort of artistic talent, fortunate to never be met with the sort of dismissiveness that Mimi had received. And by those who raised her no less! “That’s awful,” Vyra lamented. She doubted she would have had the resolve to continue at it had she been in that situation. Even then, she was hardly confident that she’d have talent to prove them wrong.

As she listened, a thought occurred to her. “Those notebooks, the ones from earlier, do those have your art there?” To say she was curious would be an understatement. Her mind raced with just what kind of talent Mimi had, how it may have changed over the years, what it started out as versus what it eventually became. “Could… could I see it? If that’s OK, of course.”

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Even at times where she did not want to come off and sad about it, She left hints of it. Maybe this was just the path she had in life now even if she wanted the value of her to be that people kept it more then it money value, But alas was never case."I could assume because they need the money, Or that view the collections of my paintings,drawing or outfits as some kind of means to boost an ego."This was what Miriko surmised anyway, She never talked to them about it only heard after the fact."But alas, I am sure more people keep them sell. Or I need to consider hiding my pieces of work away more and be a bit greedy for once."Miriko knew the second one was not ideal, But she had considered it for good reason.

As for the Alisa, Miriko would make sure it was a bit more clear."I offered Alisa my services when she found me and she choose a painting of herself rather then clothing...But I need to remember if I offered clothing, Most of the time I offer paintings and drawings."But it was pretty much a conformation that Alisa does in fact own a custom piece of work of Miriko's."I consider Alisa a very good customer and getting accustomed to her friendship, She paid more then my asking prices of my work."So all and all Miriko seemed happy with her tale of meeting Alisa and how it ended up.

Alas Miriko had a some what of a lesson with her mention of the past."Miriko often just tries to show people, Everyone has a starting point no matter the age, If they figure out and learn how to do it, Then they can progress like her."Alistair seemed to mention, Since he heard these conversations enough, It seemed Miriko did not mind he answered that and had remained quiet enough."Most people look at Miriko in awe when they see her work, Yet when she explains her start. It is a sign of some one who put years of work into it."Then well with a content smile Miriko was happy that was pointed out."Miriko did not just become good at the things she listed, She started and practice even if she failed."

To think of a small child version of Miriko working away at something that looked horrible and then progressed on forward while getting yelled at, much of been a strange for seeing how she turned out: Tall,Pale, Gothic. Yet friendly and carried good intentions. When Vyra asked to see her books it seemed to not bother her at all.

Miriko would walk over to the saddle bags on Alistair, Open them up and start collecting all of them."I have no problem with you see any of them."She mentioned this while collecting all of them, But that she had four of them."I often carry four total in the event I draw a crowd of people or need to show off my work to drive interest."They were fairly large books with as mentioned four total."The pages are random drawings that are pencil or some times paintings as well, It depends what I have on hand at the time."But she would neatly pile them, then hand them over to Vyra."Take your time looking at them."Vyra had all the time she needed around Alistair and Miriko to look at these books, Since she was not in a rush anywhere anything she wanted to do could wait.

#18Isobele Kozilek 

Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Wed Apr 13, 2022 11:28 pm

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Vyra


Alone

Mimi’s response, the casualness of the circumstances, it was hard to leave Vyra feeling a bit taken aback, if for no other reason than the perceived strangeness that she took of it. As an artist, it was likely something that should have been expected that artwork, whether print, a sculpture, dress, whatever so sort of medium that it were, that some pieces would come to find subsequent owners beyond the initial. That was almost an inevitability really. But the manner in which the tall woman rationalized the possibility that individuals had been gifted by her personally to then part ways with them, there was a part of Vyra that felt angry for her.

Perhaps more than anything, her envisioning herself within Mimi’s place, knowing that something like that, there was a level of preciousness to that. She had seldom few friends; her time around Blue Pegasus even leaving her wondering whether or not she had really made any friends having since arriving in Hargeon, joining up with the guild. But she knew that if she were in Mimi’s place, the idea that someone could have just easily detached themselves from a work that she had made out of care, certainly out of respect… She already had enough reasons to not trust people. She dreaded having to have found another.

The thought stuck with her, and though Vyra was able to take a bit of reassurance, projecting a bit of herself upon Mimi’s situation, she found herself hoping the same thing. Surely, most of the work that Mimi had done were still in the possession of those gifted to them. “Heh, that sounds like her,” she mused. Alisa, in the times that she and Vyra had spent together, often took to indulging to the more extreme. Not to suggest excess, but certainly the most premier option when presented with it. Applying that philosophy towards not only acquiring, but also compensating towards Mimi’s work, it was very easy to believe that. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride because of it.

But her focus foremost lay within the notebooks whose content Vyra could not help but wonder towards. Designs? Inspired schematics developed by a creative mind leagues ahead of what Vyra could have appreciated? Sketches? Not quite full concepts, but rather a taste, a brief insight to what may have been to come? Completed works? Full on ideas, fleshed out, with the detail and attention that would come of from that of an artist? The same works that would stand to produce a fortune, perhaps lead to something even greater.

Thus, she could not contain the smile that enveloped around her face as the tall gothic woman permitted the Demi-Human access towards them. Excited yet also nervous not only towards the contents within the books themselves, but also at the possibility of appearing too eager, Vyra reached with an awkward level of trepidation. Pulling out one of the books, a rather thick notebook, the thick creases in the leather spine indicative of it being opened and closed to the point of far beyond the book’s intended lifespan.

Page upon page upon page, stuffed within the hardened covers, the dimensions itself barely enough to contain it all. Vyra looked on in utter enthrallment, her eyes examining everything, every detail, each page as much of a story of its own as it was a piece to an even greater one. The window into a truly creative mind. Complete sketches, every detail one could have hoped to capture within the realms of translating art upon the page etched in. Design concepts, exhaustive in every detail, from dimensions to sizes to threads to color palettes, nothing left to fate, everything accounted for.

“They’re… they’re beautiful,” Vyra said, utterly left for a lack of words. She expected to be impressed, but this was something else entirely. Not even just the artwork within the journal, which was remarkable enough by its own right, but also how varied even similar sketches seemed to be. Even looking simply at two images that were clearly drawn out scenes, perhaps ones that Mimi happened to watch transpire and choose to put to paper, they were so utterly different in their presentation. One was prepared, as though an image that had been expected to be produced, whilst the other seemed more alive, more natural. People captured in poses and stances that would have been uncharacteristic to have been staged.

Looking up, the Demi-Human could not help but find herself viewing the woman differently. It was with a quality that seemed hard to explain entirely, but there was something there within her eyes. Envy? Fascination? Amazement? It was hard to quite put the word towards it, but having barely scanned through one of the books, Vyra realized that the talent the woman possessed before her was far greater than what she had first imagined. It only made the girl think back to the remarks Mimi had made earlier, how casually she had approached the early pitfalls, the rejections, the failures, to see it materialize into the sort of talent that could produce what were in the book within her hands, it was beyond remarkable.

“Mimi, these are incredible! I mean, these are just… It’s like you completely captured everything… It’s amazing…”

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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Fri Apr 15, 2022 1:22 pm

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With the mention of it sounding like her Miriko could now not help but ponder."Oh, do I happen by chance know some one outside of my family who knows Alisa?"She had to ponder because it was a moment where she wanted to meet some one outside of family who knew Alisa to ask a question about her, At least because Miriko was an open and honest person with these things she would ask Vyra the question ponder her mind."Given my experience is limited so far to a single encounter, I have a lesson with her soon. I do have to ask is she always so...forward,comfortable and seemingly flirtatious?"Miriko wanted to see if it was just her who noticed that or not.

It would be followed up with her mentioning."I ask just to see if it was something that was just that I noticed or if it was common."Miriko knew Alisa from one meeting so far, If it was common then well Miriko would be sure to prepare herself for whatever else she might have to deal with, She just wanted to know if it was something that might be the case or she was just a special case, Hopefully she was not a special case.

It seemed to bring her some what of a smile to see Vyra's reaction. This seemed to be the exactly reason why she did this entirely for the enjoyment of others."These drawing and my paintings are what I entirely want to share to the world, So that everyone can just see the joy of the world."Even if it was most likely something she mentioned before, maybe it made a bit more sense now, The world was pretty and you just never know what you could see, Thus Miriko was an exploring painter.

So many things Vyra now knew what all of her work looked like, The lessons and offers she had did seem like something a but more humble, Miriko carried no ego or greed she just wanted everything to see enjoyment and happiness with in the things she could do."Interesting fact, the least common thing I draw or paint is people. Most of the time people just leave me to work on whatever I am now and just buy later."Figured it was good to keep that conversation about it going, Since most of it was just places buildings and animals.

Leaving it to remark, Miriko might just have people to keep and appreciate her work."Are there any pictures with in these book you would consider keeping?"Since Vyra was enamoured with her drawings keeping in mind Vyra already had a few offers from Miriko just another she understood might be a it much."Or with my other offers would that be something you would also have to think about?"After all mentioning she had considered hiding away her art pieces, There could be more for her see if given a chance.

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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Sun Apr 17, 2022 12:38 pm

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Vyra


Alone

She had been so fixated upon the sketches in Mimi’s notebooks that for a time, it seemed as though the world around her were gone, including Mimi. Her remark regarding Alisa seemed to be among the first things that managed to pull the Demi-Human out of her entranced state of mind and back to the reality around them. For the briefest moment, the tall woman’s remark about Alisa seemed curious; for someone as regarded within Hargeon as either Alisa or the Blue Pegasus guild were, to suggest that more people didn’t know her seemed unlikely.

It shortly dawned on Vyra quite what Mimi had meant. It perhaps should have been expected that considering the reputation that would come of it, many – merchants, nobles, wishful socialites alike – would claim to be close to Alisa. But few, if any, of those whom boasted of their supposed friendship doubtfully actually knew her to the extent to which Vyra had. Though she certainly hated the phrase, there was something to be said about being referred to as Alisa’s pet, indicating at least some level of relationship there. “Alisa,” Vyra paused for a moment, reluctant to go too much into detail as to her report with the Blue Pegasus guild master. In this sense, less was more, “she helped me when I needed someone the most, so yeah…”

The circumstances of her past were a topic that she held close. Even despite her close familiarity with the Blue Pegasus guild, seldom few knew of the exact specifics to Vyra, and it was deliberately kept that way, all in the interest of protecting the girl. Alisa was protective of her, and vice versa. Such, the remarks by Mimi, albeit without malice tied towards them, it could not help but draw a slight ire out of the Demi-Human, who coldly looked to the woman, “Not that I’ve seen.”

She looked back to the notebooks, hoping to erase Mimi’s remarks instead with the works within them. Though she may have taken exception to what Mimi said towards Alisa, even Vyra had to admit that she could see exactly the tall woman meant by showing joy. On almost every page in which she had sketched out people, it seemed that every person, or at the minimal the focus of the sketch, seemed to convey a look of happiness. A look of joy. At first, she had suspected that maybe it was just a pattern that she wanted to see, but scanning through the notebook, carefully examining each face her eyes happen to glance over, with each there it were, more faces exuding joy.

“See the joy,” she muttered under her breath, attention having been all but devoid from either Mimi, Alistair, or the world around them for a moment anyways. After a short moment, a proposal that seemed to come out of the blue from the tall woman brought Vyra back again to the current world. “That I would consider keeping?” A weak glance down back onto the image sprawled out before her shielded the indecisiveness within her face. There were no shortage of pictures within even just this notebook that Vyra found enthralling, but something about taking one of them, any of them more appropriately, felt wrong.

“Mimi,” she lifted her head up with a smile, looking upon the woman as she closed the notebook within her lap. “I can’t accept one of these. They are lovely, but… They’re yours. For me to take one of them, it wouldn’t be right.” Though she did feel that, there was something else, an idea that had begun to already float within the back of her mind. One that originated amidst their pleasant exchange over notebooks of captured art, yet one that Vyra was unsure of for herself.

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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Mon Apr 18, 2022 1:49 pm

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This part was most likely showing Miriko's own worries as a person for a moment. She can only seemed to good at some things and failed at others. Alistair spoke up."Miriko, At least settle your worries about Alisa, You are just being a wee bit insecure."Alistair said as a counter point. Alistair openly showing Miriko was worried and insecure about behaviours. But at least it would show she did not mean any harm by it."That is fair...I should say about my aun-I mean Alisa it lets off the wrong intention."Miriko said to Alistair in return, Even letting something there for a moment she did keep to herself, an insight that could be overly looked but revealed a but of Miriko life to Vyra, if honestly asked about she was just trying to learn more about Alisa's personality.

Miriko did not seem to be downplaying or trying to hide her worry, Rather then accepted and admit her open flew and that she needed to work on it. Unless it was continued upon further Miriko would attempt to move on to keep her eye off of the moment of her own worries being revealed along with at least one other thing about her. She was trying at least to not seem so much of a wreck.

It seemed still that Vyra could not choose, She does not mind this at all."This task will be one of the few I set myself in life, Allow and show the joy of places and things people can see, The details and everything that one might never be able to see."Miriko mentioned rather casually still. Seeing the joy was in fact true there was joy in the detail and everything she worked on. Miriko seemed to have simple goals in life. But she understood why Vyra might not be able to choose.

"Then hopefully one day, I will find something that you consider right."She seemed to not take offence to it at all, It seemed like she did not mind at all since it just showed she could create even more things."I will hope one day, There will be something I can create for you that you will be fitting."Miriko mentioned hopefully not seeming too eager about anything but honestly just trying to make some one's day better. Miriko would pick up one of the books Vyra was not looking through, after looking at it making sure it was the one book she wanted.

Miriko wanted to show something that maybe, Show all of the work Miriko could do."Do you mind if I show her on particular picture Alistair?"Why she was asking this might be a good question but it seemed maybe she had something she wanted to show Vyra in terms of his life and her life. Alistair would agree."Yes Mimi that is fine."Their communication skills seemed to be fairly strong and easily notable. After flipping through various pages Miriko would look it over for a moment and make sure it was still in good condition.

Then she made sure not to impose or force Vyra to look right away."One I commonly show this one, This was the picture I drew when I first met Alistair."Sure this was going to be a bit more unhappy but Miriko wanted to show you could almost experience and have a window into that frame of time while not being there."It is one of my proudest works, Equally as important to keep."Should this be something she always show people? Maybe but this one she would admit."I spent 6 hours drawing this."

This image was Alistair, With no saddles and none of the gear Miriko seemed to have on him. Laying next to a grave in a graveyard looking at no one at all. Like he was tuned out of the world around. To a woman who's back was turned to where you could be consider you as the person standing was looking, Her hand just slightly past her waist with a dress. Comparing to a resting Alistair this woman was really short. But she was arranging flowers on the grave next to Alistair. With the name on the grave being."Judina Charlotte Karlinius." The details and shading were just like you could see Alistair and the lady's shadows over parts of the gravestone was perfect, edged in was the stone being as strongly dark as the pencil could make it, with the darkest being the name on the stone. But she did not say anything else to give Vyra a chance to take in how it all was. This was Miriko's first meeting with Alistair drawn in the most depth and details she could do standing there and watching. She most likely did something else beyond this with Alistair being here now, Seeing the joy in the world had to start some one, Everyone had a story of the starting of it.

#22Isobele Kozilek 

Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Thu Apr 21, 2022 11:15 pm

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Vyra


Alone

A faintest collection of wind blew through the alley, the suddenness of it against the calm backdrop that had been present being one that drew the attention of seemingly everyone. The Demi-Human was no exception, feeling the wind push the long blue locks of hair first, recognizing the strength of it second. Quickly enough, that the contents of the notebook sprawled out within her lap - images, sketches, and assorted other partial ideas weakly maintained – were preserved as she hastily slammed the book shut. Her fingers lined against the edge of the notebook, the clumped edges of misaligned papers leaving her with an almost lively feeling. Lively, yet precarious, as the fear of one of Mimi’s works being lost to the wind was all too present within her mind.

The brief back and forth between Mimi and her large feline companion Alistair was a nice distraction as Vyra awaited the wind to finally cease. Listening close, she gathered that the relationship between the tall woman and Alisa was perhaps deeper than what was let on, much in part like how her situation was. Another gust filled the air as Mimi spoke, a slip of the tongue term being lost to the sound of life in the street reacting strongly. A crate fell off of a small stack, shattering as it hit the cobblestone, sending oranges rolling out in all directions. A woman lost her hat, stolen by the wind with only her cries to denote the theft.

Although curious as to just what Alistair meant, what Mimi had said, Vyra figured not to pry. If she were unwilling to dwell deeper into quite what the Blue Pegasus guild master meant to her, why should Vyra have expected Mimi to?

The wind calmed and Mimi’s words replaced the weather’s faint wailing. A smile emerged the Demi-Human’s face as she listened, the tall woman’s motivation being something inspiring. A dream that would resonate with far more people than perhaps even she could have imagined. “That… That’s a great task…” She could almost feel her face become flush with embarrassment. A great goal, a horrid way to express admiration to something she thought was genuinely beautiful. “I mean, I like that.”

The redness in her face become more apparent; Her second attempt proving to be as awkward as her first. A feeling loosely resembling that of dejection came upon her face as her gaze dropped slightly from Mimi and onto the notebook still in her hands. A brief back and forth between the tall woman and the feline caused her to perk up, particularly the manner of what was discussed. Though Mimi had made a point of saying that her notebooks, not unlike the one already in Vyra’s lap, were the ones that were shown, she had said nothing of any special picture. Special in the sense of being something for limited eyes. Already Vyra had seen plenty to see the limitations upon Mimi’s talents were hardly there; that something would be kept separate from truly remarkable works could have meant plenty of things towards it.

Having been expecting Mimi to produce an image from some highly secured crate, like anyone would a precious memento, the Demi-Human found herself a little surprised that to see the woman walking towards her. Even more, as the gothic woman began to look through the aforementioned notebook, Vyra could not believe that the picture, as important towards not only Mimi, but also Alistair, was there in plain sight and she did not realize, it truly did speak to the pure depths at which her talent stemmed.

And to the level of trust with which she had that neither people nor nature nor acts of unexpected disaster stood to ruin them.

It took a few moments, Vyra remaining still as she watched the pages of the notebook once again opened upon her lap be flipped by page by page by page. With each, it gave Vyra the briefest of moments to appreciate the work, in some cases things that she had not seen, in some pictures that resembled works that she had seen before, whether earlier pages of the notebook or elsewhere in the world. Finally though, it seemed Mimi had found what she was looking for, a smile appearing upon her face as she gazed down onto the image. Vyra stopped short of looking, first focusing upon the woman’s face, looking deeply into it, absorbing the emotion captured upon it.

To see it, it made the her first glance at the picture all the more impactful.

Her eyes simply lay there, glancing upon the image, the story told made clear within the details on the page. It was beautiful, if not sorrowful. Even had Mimi not said anything, the image clearly enough showed two of them, a large cat that she suspected being Alistair, the other a woman whom Vyra could not be sure of. She wanted to believe it were Mimi, though it was impossible to say with any bit of certainty. Possibly, depending on how long ago this picture had been done. But even there, it was impossible to say. Even the paper was deceptive, it not having the same amount of wear and tear that some of the other pages within the notebook had, but it also seemed less exposed, as though not having been seen as often, not having been handled as often by people. Perhaps it had been deliberate that it was more in the back of the crowded notebook; less chances of there being problems.

The sadness within the image were not lost within the questions and wonder that came with understanding beyond the image. Her eyes never truly parting from it, the greater appreciation for detail that existed, the more attention was drawn to points of heartbreak, of raw emotion that were left upon the page. “This, this was your first meeting?” Thinking more about it, perhaps more reasonable to believe that the woman within the image were not actually Mimi as she first suspected it to be. Her eyes focused onto a part that was particularly detailed, “The woman, the name written upon the gravestone, did you know her?” Curiousness drove her, led her to ask, despite knowing the chance that it bring forth poor memories towards either her or Alistair. But Vyra wanted to know, how the pair had gone from what the picture depicted to now.

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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Sat Apr 23, 2022 12:59 pm

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It seemed Miriko was not the only woman here who had to deal with sometimes messing up or worrying about their words. But it seemed the goal was understood."It might be an a task I could never complete, But it still bring a purpose. I know I could never make literally everyone upon this planet happy with my art."Miriko would also show she still knew and was logical to how everything worked in the world around her. A large simple goal at least had a way Miriko could say she always did he best But that was just how she internally viewed it.

But it seemed like it was a good thing to answer the question she had so far. Miriko would answer the question asked."That would be exactly correct. The drawing is what I was looking at upon first arriving."Miriko mentioned. So the drawing was what Miriko was looking at completely at the time."I did have to draw the lady in the picture first since she did leave fairly quickly, I would have found it rude to just tell her to stand still."This confirming she was not the lady in the picture like Vyra thought,She just did not mention if she ever talked to that lady or not as well.

But yes their first meeting was at a grave yard, during a period where some one else had moved on before their paths met."I would like to say we met on better terms, But sometimes to see ones beginnings is always an interesting path to have others see."If Miriko's partnership starting with Alistair was grim, Think about they where now. It was very different then the really depressed and sad looking cattian with in the picture, Nonetheless there was still more to talk about.

Alistair would take the second part."Judina was my first owner."Which Alistair answered first since there was some things Miriko could recall and some she might not since Miriko meant well but spaced out easily."The lady next to me in the picture is her mother."It seemed Alistair at least the more person details here in which he did not seem too upset about answering, consider how long a go it was he does seem in a happy place now days. After all he was a really happy and delighted Cattian over all, At least he hoped people thought that of him.


Then Alistair would ask."Are there things you would like to know about Judina?"Which well if there was anyone else better to ask it was Alistair. Vyra was not around the not yet named mother in the picture."Or any other question about the day of the picture?"Miriko also add in simply because that could be something else to be known about. Even if it all seemed pretty forward and to the point, Had to think about Miriko standing there for 6 hours with an umbrella covering her being held up by nothing but herself making sure it was wedged somewhere on her, Standing in place with a pencil and paper drawing. It was a moment on person does not miss, at least Miriko could internally think that.

#24Isobele Kozilek 

Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Wed Apr 27, 2022 4:08 pm

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Vyra


Alone

Looking at the picture of Alistair and an reminder of a time once long ago, Vyra could not help but wonder as to what an image of hers would be like. A younger Vyra, dirtied by the grime that came with the streets, a younger girl, innocent to the innate cruelty of the world, huddled amongst refuse and discarded containers, little more than an old sheet wrapped around for warmth? Or that of the same child, having snuck within a tavern during an unforgiving summer, entranced by the warmth and the fake feeling of belonging, only to rest asleep upon the wooden floorboards? Growing up, she had always assumed that her life was rough, that the world had been unfair to her. Regardless of how true that may have been, seeing the picture had shown her a perspective that she had not previously considered.

That people other than her had suffered too.

It seldom seemed that way from her perspective. Often, her struggling to find the most meager means of survival, it seemed everyone was so much better off, unburdened by the difficulties that the world had given her. But, like Alistair within this picture, perhaps they were simply hurting in other ways. Vyra did not want to speculate, to assume anything as far as the large feline creature and the circumstances surrounding how it and Mimi ended up together now. That story was their own, in much a way that how she and Alisa came to know each other were their own too.

Listening as Mimi spoke, the Demi-Human could not help but keep her eyes glued upon the picture. It was evident, if even just looking at it from a side by side comparison, this may have been a different time, the look of it versus some of the other images showed that whilst certainly of the same type of drawing style, Mimi’s natural ability, the more fine details, had only seemed to improve. Thinking to the notion of any sort of artist honing their skills over time, it did leave Vyra wondering how long ago this was, in the back of her head curious as to the nature of this event as it was expressed upon the page, but more though curious to where in Mimi’s growth as an artist was this. Was it early on? Towards the end?

It was apparent something that she cherished, not just as that of a picture, but Vyra had a feeling that if it were just another photo, it may not have been something that Mimi singled out. A memento to Alistair? A reminder of the woman, either the woman within the picture or even the one whose name was inscribed upon the tombstone? Though she wanted to ask, she felt awkward doing so; though she could have considered herself friendly towards Mimi and Alistair, it was not something she felt terribly comfortable inquiring into something as personal as that.

Alistair explained it enough, and as he spoke, the pieces began to make more sense within the Demi-Human’s mind. There was a duality to the picture. It as much stood as a reflection of Mimi’s growth as an artist, but also something precious to Alistair as well. But even with that information, it was still a snapshot into a world that Vyra did not know, “I… I don’t know. I just don’t know what would be appropriate to ask…”

She felt small. Here were Alistair and Mimi, both of whom had been willing to open themselves up to the Demi-Human, likely harkening back to painful memories that they endured through once already. And yet, Vyra seemed to hardly appreciate it, at least on the surface. But how, she wondered, what would have been the appropriate response to such a moment of vulnerability? To poke and prod through every little thing that the two would be willing to devolve? To show forth her own vulnerability?

“I’m sorry for your loss,” she looked out to the cat with weak eyes, almost a feeling of not being comfortable within her own skin crawling throughout her. Like before, the sense of regret flooded through her; if only she had been consciousness to say something more appropriate. Typical Vyra…

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Tips: Of Brush and Horns.(Vyra.) Empty Sat Apr 30, 2022 6:14 am

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At least with the time they had so far, Alistair and Miriko seemed like even with that emotional situation and start as it was shown, They where happy and more settled now. The travelling and journey of both of them. With Miriko remarking."At least now days, It will not take six days to feed you."Alistair seemed to laugh about it slightly, It was making light of a dreadful situation. It was that sign of even in the images of the past, one moves forward in some way."Yes, both you and Judith tried a lot to make sure to eat while I laid there."They both seemed talked like the long time companions as they where at this point.

One seeing the times of the past using it in some way to be helpful to other things in times it showed. Alistair remarking."You do know how funny you looked standing there for six hours right?"With that Miriko just seemed look a bit confused."Judith had been trying to get your attention a few times while drawing to make sure you sat down, But you never noticed."Now Alistair was just laughing at Miriko. Not that she was embarrassed about it.


As far what Vyra said, Alistair would be first to answer."Well, Considering it is a touchy subject, I do not blame you. But whatever you do ask it will not offend me."After all it was an interesting subject with anything around Alistair since he himself. Anything around Alistair was for the most part a mystery because Alistair so far was the only one seen of what kind of cat he was. But in the end they both seemed okay and harmless."After all, I am use to questions about being a Cattian from strangers."

did it help Vyra feel better about it? hopefully yes but it seemed neither of them would force the issue at all"It is understandable."Miriko would answer to the Demi-human confusion. Since it was just showing the ranges of times of work."If really you are interesting, one of these days if we meet again. I should find some of my younger years of work, maybe when I am 9 years old."Miriko entertained that notion for later since she did not have them on her, it was something nice to always reflect upon these things because it was always interesting.

But Alistair hearing about the loss got up from where he was sitting, walked over to Vyra, Since he was just a giant cat. a different way of saying thank you like a normal cat he brushed his head against Vyra's much like any other cat could brush against a person to show affection, Difference being he had to be careful, given his size Alistair was fairly gentle and easy with his motion. Then he would sit next to Vyra for now."Thank you, It was a bit of a rough time,But at least we continue as time pasts."A generally positive remark and feeling.

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