This must be the place, huh? The sun turning from a bright yellow to a cooler and calmer orange as it drifted slowly toward the surface of the sea and providing quite the spectacle of a sight in doing so, Mia Monet looked toward the descent of helios or whomever else one might have believed towed the sun through the sky and the scene before it with a icy irises glistening, and a sense of relief as well to discover the air was not quite so hostile as it had been earlier in the day.
[iSeems a bit cooler now? More comfortable?[/i] That white hair and porcelain skin she possessed seeming to handle the heat worse than most but that hardly much of a surprise when half her heritage hailed from the coldest land in the world, the fair femme found herself glad that she wouldn't need to worry about her cheeks flushing or head dizzying too much because of the intensity of the rays upon her, and as such felt optimistic as she hopped from a shallow bluff and made for the stretch of sand beyond it, as well as the people already there.
I hope I look alright…? Keen to impress in fact and showing this in how she looked over the somewhat scant garment she was currently using to conceal at least some of her modesty, unlike some in the guild that she now found herself a member of this flaxen fox still found herself a slave to humility, though over time and with the right influence she was starting to develop some assurance in her looks.
Alisa said this one would look cute on me, right~? None seeming to aid her esteem in fact than the ebony haired empress who ran the guild but more so on account of their close connection than anything, thankfully the woman seemed happy to encourage her adopted sister to show a little more flair and flourish in what she did, and steadily she was learning that a little skin and something fine atop it was never a bad thing. Though, sometimes, there were people who made that challenge of confidence a little harder to overcome.
You headed that way? Real party's over here~!"
Case in point a trio of sailors who seemed far happier to make the lass their business than allow her to get on with her own, Mia could only lift a paw to her chest with hesitance as she found a man with a bottle in hand and booze on his breath stride forward and cut off her path, and was left to wonder how she could refuse him and his friends on a nice evening like this without ruining it. After all, she was more than capable of handling herself should the moment turn ugly, but right now she wanted to avoid that if at all possible…