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The westernmost tip of Kalea, Wind Reach is home to an amazing group of people and their giant eagle mounts. [Lore]
The room was large and surprisingly quiet considering the hustle and bustle right outside the rood. Mya ushered Miana in, closing the door softly behind the girl.
A cursory glance of the room showed it to be an office of some sort, though not quite. A desk occupied a good amount of space near the door, though the face of it was pressed up against the wall. There was seating around the desk but its location meant that Mya conducted her business face-to-face, rather than with a desk between them.
An ingenious set of folding walls sectioned off the back part of the room from view. The frames were wooden, thick enough to stand up on their own and strong enough to hold the beautiful stained glass landscapes within them. The sleeve of a discarded shirt poking from between the movable walls hinted that this was not only Mya's office, but her housing.
"Dear Priskil, Girl, you look dead on your feet!" Mya had moved around back towards Miana and upon seeing the little girl sway on her feet, ushered her forwards towards one of the more comfortable chairs.
Once she was settled, the older woman lowered herself into an adjacent seat and smiled softly. "Is there anything I can get for you? It's terribly cold out there. A hot drink, perhaps?" Mya had to know that this sort of treatment was unheard of by the little dek girl, but perhaps that was the point.
The smile persisted while she waited for a response, her hands folded neatly in her lap. If the silence lasted too long, faded green eyes would narrow only slightly before she cleared her throat.
"I suppose an introduction is necessary. I am Mya." She didn't ask for Miana's name, for perhaps the parchment had warned her against such a question. Instead she waited another few moments before getting up and bustling into the back part of the room. She was gone for almost half a bell before she returned, tray in hand, laden with two steaming cups of melted chocolate drink and a plate full of fruit. Fruit. An unheard of delicacy in the Winter.
OOC :
What I'm trying to do is get Miana to show what she wants. You and I have discussed what we could do with her in PM but characters have their own voices. So I'm putting her in uncomfortable situations to see how she reacts.
If this isnt working for you as the writer, let me know and I'll switch it up
