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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Deciding that she did indeed need to try much harder to talk to her employeer and confidant, Mirana decided to skip her usual morning and go directly to the fortress. Once there her belly reminded her she hadn't eaten a thing since lunch the day before, so she took it upon herself to do some cooking. She was sure Kilsa wouldn't mind, and, while not the best cook usually having someone do it for her, she knew how to not burn the place down. Sorting through the icebox she gets an odd feeling and pulls out some liver, onions, grapes, and perserved pickled veggies. She licks her lips as she thinks on her upcoming meal, she hadn't had liver, onions and pickled veggies for a long time, and couldn't remember liking them, but for some reason they sounded very good this morning. She gets to cooking while waiting for Kilsa, or someone else to show up, smiling and wagging her tails softly. She'd made sure to wear one of the battle dresses Kilsa had made for her, thinking it most appropriate.<br> <br>Arimia wanders into the kitchen of the fortress, calling out, "Miss Ironsoul? I need to talk t... Oh." She stops when she spots the fox and says, "You aren't Miss Ironsoul." She pauses and gives the vixen a considering look before murmuring, "But... Maybe you'll do." After a moment she waves a hand and walks over to hop up on one of the counters, grabbing a mostly ripe apple and biting into it before saying, with a full mouth "What brings you here?"<br> <br>Mirana looks over to Arimia and just smiles, "Oh, I'm thinking the same as you, looking for Lady Kilsa." She bends down to get brick oven going, then puts the liver and onions in a cast iron pan, the pickled veggies in another, before sliding them both in. "How are you this morning Miss Arimia? Isn't it a wonderful day? And, I'm so glad that none of us woke you last night, sorry, we shouldn't have congrigated in your room, but we didn't want to move Bite." she explains. As the coals get good and hot, she sniffs at the pungent aroma coming from the over. It has an almost sickly smell to it, but she licks her lips again, "You know, that dish has never smelled so good to me." she says as she picks up the grapes and starts munching on one. She walks over to Arimia to wait a moment before checking on her food, "Is there something you'd like to talk about Miss?"<br> <br>Arimia sniffs at the air as the food starts to cook and wrinkles her nose. "Much as I like meat an' all, never been a fan of liver. Or... Veggies either for that matter. I'll stick with my apple." She takes another bite out of the somewhat over-ripe fruit, not seeming to mind that it IS overripe, and crosses her legs, banded tail flicking. "Dear, I was so tired you all probably could have been playin' your instruments as loud as possible an' I would have slept right through it." She pauses a moment at the question and stares at her apple before saying, "It... It can wait a bit. What'd you want to talk to Miss Ironsoul about? Anythin' I could help with?"<br> <br>Mirana looks to Arimia and blushes, "Oh, she, well, asked to speek to me as soon as we could, so I came here first thing this morning. It was a bit of a trek, so I skipped breakfest and such to get here as early as I could. And, I don't think you could really help Miss Arimia, but, thank you..." She goes over to check the food, it is sizziling well, not much longer. Didn't want to overcook liver. "And don't wait Arimia, I know I haven't offered to you yet, but if you need anything, even more so if it is just to talk, feel free to bother me, anytime." She walks back over to get a plate, "And, sorry for all the arguing we seem to do. I know you mean well, but, I don't think we see eye to eye on much to be truthful." She stops a moment and actually reaches around Arimia to give her a hug? "Isn't it a wonderful day Arimia?"<br> <br>Arimia gives a small shrug of her shoulders and says to the fox, "It ain't like you're the only one doin' the arguin'. It ain't all your fault. I have... Issues... With nobility. I know it. An' I know it ain't entirely fair, but for every one of you that's good there's about five that have no problem abusin' what they got." She gives a small shake of her head and continues eating the apple, until just the core is left. That doesn't stop her though as she bites the core in half and starts to chew on it. "An' you might be surprised on how much we see eye to eye on an' all. It's just covered by all the stuff that we don' see eye to eye o-" She's cut off at the hug, prompting the 'coon to tense up slightly and look at the fox oddly. <br> <br>Mirana lets go of the hug and smiles to Arimia, and giggles a bit before seeing the 'coon look oddly to her, "Humm? Is something wrong?" She asks before she looks back to the oven and grabs her plate. She pulls out her meal and places it onto the stoneware plate. She places the pans directly into the wash bin and grabs a knife and fork before walking back over to Arimia, "And I know that for every Lady Kilsa, me, or my brother there are at least another five that are perfectly willing to see everything burn if it means furthering their goals." She sets things down, and starts to eat on the liver, practically drooling at the flavor. "Oh, it has been too long since I had this, never liked it as a kit though. And, I think you are right Miss Arimia, we do see a lot the same way. But what braught you out here?"<br> <br>Arimia continues to look at the fox oddly before saying, "I... Don't know. I'd accuse you of bein' drunk for doin' that but I didn't smell any alcohol on you. An' I would have." She gives a small shake of her head and says, "You jus' seem to be in a mood. Makes me wonder what happened to put you in such of one. Or who drugged you." She gives another shake of her head and eats the rest of the apple core. "I wanted to talk to Miss Ironsoul about gettin' a little help for one of the street rats... One of the street kids I know. I've been tryin' to convince her to go to the orphanage, but she's terrified of nobles, an' since Miss Ironsoul, who runs the orphanage, is a noble... But it can wait, since we'd have to go slow anyway or risk scarin' her off."<br> <br>Mirana takes another bite out of the liver before starting on the pickled veggies. "Well, no, I did have some drink last night, but, there is still half a bottle in my room. And I wasn't drinking it alone." She blushes very deeply and can't help a giggle and sigh after. "I am in a good mood, I don't know why, but a very good one. Just woke up feeling ... I don't know really, just, really pleasent. Like, well, warm, and relaxed." She eats on the cooked pickled veggies and listens about the child, "Oh. If there is ever anything I can do to help, just ask. Or, I know someone of some means who isn't a noble, her name is Holly, Holly Tetherman. I could ask her to help."<br> <br>Arimia gives a small shake of her head, idly tossing the stem of her apple, all that is left, to the side. She seems to have even eaten the seeds. "Unless this Holly is willin' to adopt a young mouse that will likely cause no ends of problems, I'd rather get her to see that not every noble is somethin' to be afraid of, an' get her into the orphanage." She narrows her eyes slightly at Mirana's mention of the drink, but when she mentions the amount and that she didn't drink it all alone, she just gives a small shake of her head and doesn't' comment. Not on how she shouldn't have been drinking, anyway. "An' who were you drinkin' with? Since you weren't alone? An'... Was drinkin' all you were doin'?" There's an odd edge to her voice, but likely one that's too hard to place. |
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Deciding that she did indeed need to try much harder to talk to her employeer and confidant, Mirana decided to skip her usual morning and go directly to the fortress. Once there her belly reminded her she hadn't eaten a thing since lunch the day before, so she took it upon herself to do some cooking. She was sure Kilsa wouldn't mind, and, while not the best cook usually having someone do it for her, she knew how to not burn the place down. Sorting through the icebox she gets an odd feeling and pulls out some liver, onions, grapes, and perserved pickled veggies. She licks her lips as she thinks on her upcoming meal, she hadn't had liver, onions and pickled veggies for a long time, and couldn't remember liking them, but for some reason they sounded very good this morning. She gets to cooking while waiting for Kilsa, or someone else to show up, smiling and wagging her tails softly. She'd made sure to wear one of the battle dresses Kilsa had made for her, thinking it most appropriate.
Arimia wanders into the kitchen of the fortress, calling out, "Miss Ironsoul? I need to talk t... Oh." She stops when she spots the fox and says, "You aren't Miss Ironsoul." She pauses and gives the vixen a considering look before murmuring, "But... Maybe you'll do." After a moment she waves a hand and walks over to hop up on one of the counters, grabbing a mostly ripe apple and biting into it before saying, with a full mouth "What brings you here?"
Mirana looks over to Arimia and just smiles, "Oh, I'm thinking the same as you, looking for Lady Kilsa." She bends down to get brick oven going, then puts the liver and onions in a cast iron pan, the pickled veggies in another, before sliding them both in. "How are you this morning Miss Arimia? Isn't it a wonderful day? And, I'm so glad that none of us woke you last night, sorry, we shouldn't have congrigated in your room, but we didn't want to move Bite." she explains. As the coals get good and hot, she sniffs at the pungent aroma coming from the over. It has an almost sickly smell to it, but she licks her lips again, "You know, that dish has never smelled so good to me." she says as she picks up the grapes and starts munching on one. She walks over to Arimia to wait a moment before checking on her food, "Is there something you'd like to talk about Miss?"
Arimia sniffs at the air as the food starts to cook and wrinkles her nose. "Much as I like meat an' all, never been a fan of liver. Or... Veggies either for that matter. I'll stick with my apple." She takes another bite out of the somewhat over-ripe fruit, not seeming to mind that it IS overripe, and crosses her legs, banded tail flicking. "Dear, I was so tired you all probably could have been playin' your instruments as loud as possible an' I would have slept right through it." She pauses a moment at the question and stares at her apple before saying, "It... It can wait a bit. What'd you want to talk to Miss Ironsoul about? Anythin' I could help with?"
Mirana looks to Arimia and blushes, "Oh, she, well, asked to speek to me as soon as we could, so I came here first thing this morning. It was a bit of a trek, so I skipped breakfest and such to get here as early as I could. And, I don't think you could really help Miss Arimia, but, thank you..." She goes over to check the food, it is sizziling well, not much longer. Didn't want to overcook liver. "And don't wait Arimia, I know I haven't offered to you yet, but if you need anything, even more so if it is just to talk, feel free to bother me, anytime." She walks back over to get a plate, "And, sorry for all the arguing we seem to do. I know you mean well, but, I don't think we see eye to eye on much to be truthful." She stops a moment and actually reaches around Arimia to give her a hug? "Isn't it a wonderful day Arimia?"
Arimia gives a small shrug of her shoulders and says to the fox, "It ain't like you're the only one doin' the arguin'. It ain't all your fault. I have... Issues... With nobility. I know it. An' I know it ain't entirely fair, but for every one of you that's good there's about five that have no problem abusin' what they got." She gives a small shake of her head and continues eating the apple, until just the core is left. That doesn't stop her though as she bites the core in half and starts to chew on it. "An' you might be surprised on how much we see eye to eye on an' all. It's just covered by all the stuff that we don' see eye to eye o-" She's cut off at the hug, prompting the 'coon to tense up slightly and look at the fox oddly.
Mirana lets go of the hug and smiles to Arimia, and giggles a bit before seeing the 'coon look oddly to her, "Humm? Is something wrong?" She asks before she looks back to the oven and grabs her plate. She pulls out her meal and places it onto the stoneware plate. She places the pans directly into the wash bin and grabs a knife and fork before walking back over to Arimia, "And I know that for every Lady Kilsa, me, or my brother there are at least another five that are perfectly willing to see everything burn if it means furthering their goals." She sets things down, and starts to eat on the liver, practically drooling at the flavor. "Oh, it has been too long since I had this, never liked it as a kit though. And, I think you are right Miss Arimia, we do see a lot the same way. But what braught you out here?"
Arimia continues to look at the fox oddly before saying, "I... Don't know. I'd accuse you of bein' drunk for doin' that but I didn't smell any alcohol on you. An' I would have." She gives a small shake of her head and says, "You jus' seem to be in a mood. Makes me wonder what happened to put you in such of one. Or who drugged you." She gives another shake of her head and eats the rest of the apple core. "I wanted to talk to Miss Ironsoul about gettin' a little help for one of the street rats... One of the street kids I know. I've been tryin' to convince her to go to the orphanage, but she's terrified of nobles, an' since Miss Ironsoul, who runs the orphanage, is a noble... But it can wait, since we'd have to go slow anyway or risk scarin' her off."
Mirana takes another bite out of the liver before starting on the pickled veggies. "Well, no, I did have some drink last night, but, there is still half a bottle in my room. And I wasn't drinking it alone." She blushes very deeply and can't help a giggle and sigh after. "I am in a good mood, I don't know why, but a very good one. Just woke up feeling ... I don't know really, just, really pleasent. Like, well, warm, and relaxed." She eats on the cooked pickled veggies and listens about the child, "Oh. If there is ever anything I can do to help, just ask. Or, I know someone of some means who isn't a noble, her name is Holly, Holly Tetherman. I could ask her to help."
Arimia gives a small shake of her head, idly tossing the stem of her apple, all that is left, to the side. She seems to have even eaten the seeds. "Unless this Holly is willin' to adopt a young mouse that will likely cause no ends of problems, I'd rather get her to see that not every noble is somethin' to be afraid of, an' get her into the orphanage." She narrows her eyes slightly at Mirana's mention of the drink, but when she mentions the amount and that she didn't drink it all alone, she just gives a small shake of her head and doesn't' comment. Not on how she shouldn't have been drinking, anyway. "An' who were you drinkin' with? Since you weren't alone? An'... Was drinkin' all you were doin'?" There's an odd edge to her voice, but likely one that's too hard to place.
