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Bird, bird, bird
WHO: Myira and YOU
WHAT: Myira pokes around the Gallows and makes a nuisance of herself.
WHEN: Now-ish?
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Myira can be a jerk? Also nudity bc baths
WHAT: Myira pokes around the Gallows and makes a nuisance of herself.
WHEN: Now-ish?
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Myira can be a jerk? Also nudity bc baths
I. A Forest of Dead Trees
Of all the places in the Gallows, the libraries in the central tower fascinate Myira the most. She has never seen so many books basically ever. In fact, she's not really sure what a book is. She's seen writing, but never like this or all of it in one place. Sometimes she shows up here just to wander around the shelves and pull books out at random. Today is one of those days. Anyone who comes into this particular library might hear someone laboriously reading a book out loud, fumbling over words and letters. Those who investigate will find Myira sitting between the stacks cross legged, five or six books stacked around her and another open in her lap that she is painstakingly attempting to read at a glacial (and rather noisy) pace.
II. I'll see myself out
Myira is... bored. Which is probably not a good thing. She's spent some time wandeirng back and forth across the main courtyard for about thirty minutes in the summer afternoon sunlight before boredom and an itch to stretch her wings get her to retrieve her cloak from her room. A few moments later, there's a raven flitting through the air around the towers of the Gallows. She spends some time dipping, diving and generally showing off before that gets old too and she turns to other methods of diversion. She circles one tower, then another, before settling on a likely open window. She flutters into land on the window sill and looks inside, heedless of whatever she might be interrupting.
"...Nice day, ain't it?" Myira is pretty chipper for a bird that just invited herself in unannounced.
III. A clean bird is a happy bird
The bath, Myira has decided, is one of the things that humans got right. At first she'd simply drawn buckets of (cold) water and doused herself with them to try and get clean as best she could until she found out about the baths. Since then she has become a devoted attendee and can be found there basically every night the baths are open. This evening is no exception. Myira is usually the first to arrive and the last to leave. Currently, she's sitting on the edge of the communal bath, naked as anything, and letting her feet dangle in the warm water with a happy little sigh. She's leaned back on her elbows, eyes closed and kicking her legs a little to splash anyone who gets too close. After a moment, she opens her eyes and feels around beside her, then frowns. Turning her head, she calls out to anyone over by the towels and other bathing accessories.
"Hoi. Can you grab me a wash cloth. I forgot t'grab one!"
Re: II
"Whassat?"
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"It's meant to be part of this," she says, picking a few other sections from the pieces laid out farther down the desk. They're not fastened yet, as she's not quite sure on the angles yet, but she pinches the sides to hold them in configuration and places the piece she'd been staring at in among them, hooking the end into a little toothed wheel and pulling it back and forth. The wheel, in turn, moves back and forth.
"But I'm stuck on how best to get it to reset if a wrong move is made somewhere in the rest of the lock." The elf shrugs and smiles wryly. "It may be that I need to scrap the entire section, in which case what it is is tinder." Then, "I'm Nahariel. Are you a mage?"
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"I dunno too much about this kinda work, but it looks fine, for sure." Isn't she helpful?
"I'm Myira and I'm a witch," the reply is very chipper and Myira puffs up a little as she identifies herself. "...I dunno if that's like a mage." She's quiet, pensive almost, for a moment.
"What's a mage?"
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"As far as mages? Mm. They... are people who are able to use magic." Good. Very specific. "Er. Some throw fire or cause lightning to strike, some heal wounds much more quickly than they would naturally, or wounds that wouldn't heal naturally at all. Some draw glyphs that do... things when they're activated. Like chime, or paralyze, or warm water," she should really talk to Myr more about glyphs. "Some can grow plants quickly from the earth, some can shapeshift," she tilts her head at the raven, "which is why I asked. There are a lot of things that mages can do, although they mostly choose an area to study. What's a witch?"
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"Oh. That sounds fancy. I mean, witches can do some of that. I can scry the future an' changte the weather, and ward things and hex things. And I can change my feathers for skin if'n I want, but I like my feathers better." SHe pauses. "Except here once I been in my feathers for a while I get this itch that I gotta put on the skin again and it doesn't go away until I do. It gets worse, even..." Huff. She doesn't like that AT ALL.
"I can't call up fire nor do healing nor call down lighting, though..."
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She shrugs about the fire and lightning and such, "There are lots of mages who can't." And then, "You prefer to be a bird then? I'm sure I'd make the same choice if I could." Kirkwall being beautiful would be a welcome change, even not considering the flight. "I'm sorry it itches you here. You're a rifter, I take it?"
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"Bein' a bird is nice. I like it better then havin' to wear human skin, if I'm honest. But human ain't so bad." A pause.
"You got funny ears."
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"I'm an elf," she says. "We have pointy ears." She thinks a moment, and then shrugs with a quirked half smile, "I couldn't tell you why, but I couldn't tell you why humans have round ears either. We just do."
Do birds have ears? Well, obviously. She'd just never really thought about it.
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"That's interestin'. So you're different from humans? You look like 'em though." She's trying to wrap her head around this concept. Be gentle.
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"We're same and different in a lot of ways," she says, leaning her chin on her hand and trying to explain as she might to a bird rather than a person. "Elves have eyes that are a little larger, and we can see much better in the dark. There's the ears, of course. We tend to be at least a few inches shorter, over all." She thinks of the elven rifters and amends that to "The elves native to this world, at least."
"There's much more that's the same. We can be mages too. We've got the same number of arms, legs, hands, fingers, all of that. Face in the same place." A chuckle. "Neither of us can fly. Elves used to live a great deal longer, but that was a long time ago. We blame humans for that." Nari lifts her shoulders in a gentle shrug. "We blame humans for a lot of things."
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"Old grudges can die hard. I think that's the same no matter who you are."
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"Old grudges can die?" asks Nari wryly, nodding a greeting to the new form and then leaning her head on her hand. It's mostly a facetious question. After all, in three short years she'd gone from not seeing a human they hadn't summarily disposed of for nearly two decades to counting a few of their number as dear friends, and one of those as something... else.
"As for finding your wings, we've enough newcomers from other worlds that you should have a good leeway. If someone gives you trouble for not learning fast enough or other nonsense, there are plenty of us willing to step up and put a stop to that."
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"Yeah, one of th' other Rifters that showed up with me is helpin' me out with learning about humans and clothes and stuff. She's nice--a lot like a mum, honestly." Myira grins toothily up at Nari.
"And this place is interesting at least, even if it isn't home. Most of you seem real nice."
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"Most of us are," the elf agrees. "People who've chosen to put aside their homes and families to fight for the whole of the world usually have at least one or two redeeming qualities." She pauses, looks a bit apologetic. "And you and the other rifters who didn't have a choice in the matter... well. I'm sorry for that, though I've never been given cause to be sorry about who's come through. The greater order of things seems to be looking out for us as far as the people— and birds— that tumble on through."
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"Nothin' I can do about it but see what happens, right?"
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