An Open Performance (Closed)

[Miro]

Miro smiled still facing away from Iliana. He could tell she was happy, but he had something in his mind. He began to debate it in his head. Should he? Was it the right thing to do? There were more and more people showing up, and Iliana needed Miro to take care of her. "It is the right thing to do, just ask." "Iliana, how would you feel if we shared a room? I mean...you could have your bed across the room from me. If not we have an empty room, though I can't promise you won't have a roommate soon. Each room is meant for two people." Miro turned around to face her now. "It is a wonderful place. It makes me pretty happy to see it become a home for so many great people. Hopefully someday we can restore it to what it once was. It will be the most beautiful place in the city. Any help around here will really be appreciated. Thank you Iliana!" Miro tried to keep calm waiting for a reply. Soon she would have a room in a home. It felt good to help nice people.

[Iliana]

Iliana was so caught up in her thinking that she almost did not catch what it was Miro had said. Blinking Illiana focused back on Miro just as he made his suggestion, "Iliana, how would you feel if we shared a room?" It took a moment for Iliana's mind to catch up to what her ears told her. Blinking slowly she evaluated what was just said, He wants me... to sleep in the same room as him? She blinked once more, and her mind finally grasped the implications. She could feel the heat rising to her face as her mind went blank for a split second. Her mouth dry, she tried to speak but nothing came out. She opened and closed her mouth a few more times, trying once more to bring for the words that seemed to be caught in her throat. Iliana's heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest. Turning quickly, Iliana took a deep breath to steady herself. Why does he want to share a room with me? Could he want... Iliana shook her head, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands, No no I'm not ready! Oh what should I do!? She bit her lip to try and focus her jumbled thoughts. Iliana had never thought that she would meet with a situation such as this one. What was she to think? What was it that the man wished from her? The girl could not know, but she knew if she did not say something Miro might turn around and see her unruly state. Takeing another deep breath Iliana cleared her throat and slowly spoke, trying to keep her voice calm, "I-I...Um...Th-that is...I-I d-don't think that... Well...Maybe we should take d-different rooms for now... Iliana cursed that her voice trembled as it had. She wondered if Miro had noticed...

[Miro]

Miro saw Iliana's troubled expression and her difficulty speaking and knew instantly how she felt. He smiled warmly towards her and walked over to her, placing his hand gently on her shoulder. "It is okay Illy, I understand entirely. For years and years I slept near my mom. Night after night, always near. Then the same traveling with Kinneas. As soon as I had the option I chose to be alone for a change. Every night I get to go to sleep with peace and quiet as my room mate. No snoring or sleep talking, just the sounds of the night. I wouldn't want to take that from you, not that I am a loud sleeper or anything." Miro motioned to another door, leading to an empty room. He opened it up and turned to her again. "All yours...for now that is. Please feel free to use anything here, as if it were yours." He let out a long drawn out yawn and began stretching. "I am sorry, but I think it is time I take a nap. I will be going to my room shortly." Miro rubbed his eyes and walked past Iliana, waiting for her to go to her room. Taking a seat on the couch he sprawled out, not moving until he was sure she had taken to her room and was satisfied. "It has been some day. Perhaps I will dream of snow tonight. White fields as far as the eye can see. Someday I will see it again."

[Iliana]

Iliana slowly shut the door behind her, leaning against it as she did. Did he really not under stand? She wondered over this for a moment, but quickly shook her head, No, it's best that he think that than know the truth... She let her eyes roam over the room. It was simple, but Iliana instantly liked it. A smile lit her lips once more, which seemed to be a much more common occurance than when she was younger, and Iliana hopped and skipped over to the bed and sat on the edge. Humming softly under her breath she looked at the bare walls and simple furniture. In her mind she was thinking of colors and decorations that would one day fill the space, as well as wondering at her own good luck. I have a home... That one thought continued to circulate in her mind as she lay back on the bed, Oh Makutsi, have you seen my dance and given me this as a reward? Iliana shivered as she remembered her still slightly damp clothes. With a sigh she stood and undressed, hanging them on her open windowsill to dry overnight. The cold air caused goosebumps to rise on her skin as she rubbed her bare arms and looked out into the night. Silently Iliana thanked the Goddess of Oasis for watching over her performances, and under her breath she began to hum a slow, sad tune. Turning Iliana returned to sit on the edge of the bed once more, humming softly to herself all the while. Her eyes drifted down to examen her bare feet, wiggling her toes as she did. With a sigh she laid back on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. Her humming continued, slowly trailing off as her eyes closed and her mind was lost in her dreams.

[Cantrip]

Did you want something? Iliana: XP Award: Morphing +2; Reimancy +2; Busking +1; Observation +1; Hypnotism +1; Seduction +1; Dancing +1 Lores: Making up by Morphing; Water Dancing; Finding a Place to Stay Ledger: +1 gm Miro: XP Award: Observation +1; Reimancy +1; Persuasion +1 Lores: Magical Applause; Bewildered by the Fairer Sex; Reimancy for Parlor Tricks; Generous Hosting Ledger: -1 gm Additional Notes: Iliana and Miro are really, really happy. That’s nice to see, when most people are perpetually shrouded by gloom. Miro was quite a gentleman, but really awkward. That gave me a good chuckle. Iliana, your style of dance blended with reimancy was rather unique, and certainly a good firt for Alvadas. I liked how you showed signs of overgiving, especially since you used a lot of djed. In the future, you could always create a few specific symptoms for her, rather than just a broader concept of fatigue.