Open Happy birthday to me {Miria, open to anyone}

[Ronan Dugal]

Spring, 28th, Year 513 Right from the start things didn't look good. Ronan woke up too early, the first sunlight bursting through his window and straight in his eyes. The one day every year that Ronan didn't get out of bed with the first light and the sun decided differently. With a sigh, Ronan literally rolled himself out of bed, landing on his right leg and pushing himself up out of the comfort of his bed. Lots of grumbling and moaning ensued as the young man reluctantly walked over to the washing area. A bucket of frigid cold water later, Ronan was wide awake, albeit still unhappy. There was something about today that Ronan disliked to no end. The inevitability of life reared its ugly head on this day, like every year. Sighing and still grumbling, Ronan made his way down after getting dressed. He greeted the owner of the Savintar Warrens and quickly rushed out into the snow. Like every other day in Avanthal, the snow was everywhere and packed all over the place. Local efforts to clear it up had already started before sunrise and something that resembled a path was already being shoveled through the snow. With only limited knowledge of the city he was staying in, Ronan attempted to get some information from the locals, somewhat killing their language with his limited skill as he spoke in Vani to them. After a few embarrassing remarks on his accent, Ronan finally learned about a place called the Red Diamond Tavern. With the description of the route there added to his knowledge of Avanthal, Ronan set out for his birthday, threading through the snow and cold, his clothes wrapped tightly around him as his body was still getting used to the cold of Avanthal. For a moment he wondered if maybe he had chosen the wrong place to start out as a trader. The target of his grumbling moved from the fact that he was growing old to the snow and cold as he grumbled and complained some more while threading his way through the snow in the general direction of the Red Diamond Tavern.

[Miria]

Sitting on an empty chair Miria took to an early morning as usual with the entirety of Coolwater waking the archer up in the mere hours of the morning. Feeding her bunny, dressing up and eating at the warrens Miria was enjoying a new book as she sat on a inside the local library. Archery for beginners: Children's edition.“ I already know how to shoot an arrow! I just want to know what I can do about what I was talking to you about.” Nearly losing her temper with Felix Miria took finally took the book from his hands after stoically saying that she should read this before anything. “Perhaps going to a librarian from Zeltiva was a poor first choice for me.” Shrugging at the words said in hindsight Miria shifted slightly on her seat. Days like this after a evening of asking random people to buy her arrows was what kept Miria sane it seemed.

Not every time Miria went to the market to sell arrows was widely successful. Those days instead of using some of the extra mizas she could have earned Miria opted to just sit in the free library reading a new book quietly to herself. Though today's read was turning out to be less entertaining as it was pointless. Flipping through the pages Miria found herself scoffing at the ridiculous notion Felix gave her. “What could have possibly led you to direct me to this fine specimen of art?” Setting the picture book aside Miria merely sighed quietly disappointed in how her day was shaping up to be. Already spring was turning out to be such an eventful season for the Coolwater. New people met, new friends leaving and picking up a smattering of instruction in a skill she never thought developing. How incredibly inspiring it was to just pick up the pace. The problem now being, Miria thought looking back at the picture book. What should I do with my time?

“Rather. What should I focus on first?” A multitude of conflicting thoughts came deciding on what to do. Obviously the last thing on that list is to join the Icewatch so where does that leave us? Starting a business seemed to be the most important venture to look at. “I'll start with that!” Taking time to learn the gladius she can do while on guard duty for Avanthal and learning how to be a huntress she can learn throughout her life. “So many goals, so little time.” While the Vantha was going through the various aims she had in mind she eventually noticed the shape of a lumbering, not-so-happy trader walking by. “Just who I was looking for.” Smiling playfully Miria covered her face with the picture book trying hard to simply blend in with the background. Maybe he won't see me?

[Ronan Dugal]

Sometimes you have one of those day, you know, where everything just seems to go your way. You make good deals, you find a gold mine, you meet the woman of your life,... Those kinds of things, you know. Well, for Ronan it was not such a day. Just when he was about to claim this day to be the worst day ever it got worse. He stepped into a patch of snow, like any other, except he sunk boot deep in it. Snow. In his boot. Bloody melting. "Argh! Seriously? You think that's funny? Stupid snow." He kicked the snow and air in front of him, resulting in nothing, really, as he could already feel the snow melting inside of his boot. Bloody snow and bloody cold. Bloody birthday. Who even invented aging? They should give him a spanking or two for doing something so stupid. With all his grumpiness and complaining, Ronan had lost his appetite. Not a major disaster as his breakfast appetite was always near non existent anyway. "Ugh..." With no desire to continue threading through the snow and cold, Ronan stepped into the first shop he passed. Not really knowing where he was or why he was here, Ronan just looked around a little. The shop was almost empty, except for two or three people. One stood behind the counter, obviously the sales clerk or owner. Another one was looking at some books and the last one was nose deep in a book. He could make out some black hair behind it and from the general shape of the person's chest he realized it was a woman. When he realized that he must have looked like he was staring at, depending on your point of view on the subject, a wrong angle, Ronan cleared his throat and shifted his eyes. He looked around the shop and at the books stored left and right. Apparently he was in some sort of a book shop. Perhaps this lousy, bloody birthday would see a silver lining just yet. Nosing through the selection of books, Ronan picked one out that, according to his limited Vani, was going to tell him a little more about the Vani language. At first glance it looked interesting and Ronan sat himself down at an empty table, making sure not to make too much noise and disturb the other guests. His silver lining disappeared behind the clouds of this increasingly bad day. The book consisted of pictures and images and Vani words associated with them. A children's book. With a sigh, Ronan closed the book, resting his hand on the cover as he stared at it. His other hand was supporting his head as he leaned heavily on it. "Is your book as interesting as mine?" He said to the woman reading. Not considered very polite to disturb strangers during their reading time but Ronan was grumpy and bored so he didn't really bother with socially acceptable behavior at the moment. The melted snow in his boot was still irritating him to no end.

[Miria]

Miria froze noticing Ronan actually approach hastily trying not to freak out from the sudden development. He's staring at me. Closing her eyes in realization what exactly Ronan was staring at Miria swallowed slightly miffed as she continued to work on hiding in plain sight. Just ignore him. Maybe he'll go away. All earlier thoughts of talking with the Syliran trader were quickly erased realizing that Ronan was actually just looking for someone to ogle at.

"Pig" Not disguising her voice Miria turned a page in her book before revealing herself. Clutching herself protectively over her chest Miria raised her knees to her chest also while she sat guarded on her chair. "If you will excuse me sir I am busy learning about the different methods children learn how to shoot a bow."

Silently fuming for a few pages Miria's face finally softened seeing one page with a small note to the side. 'Great artwork and it actually shows the different ways starter bows and arrows are made.' Though whoever marked up the book was not written Miria eventually recognized the handwriting. 'Felix you knew all along!' Getting up from her cramped position she strode up the old breaded man with a smile on her face. "Aww why didn't you tell me sooner?" Giving a hug to the sly old librarian Miria relinquished her purse to the man.

"How much for the book? I can't imagine you liked that he wrote on this." Nodding in agreement Felix took the Mizas needed to replace the book before receiving a kiss on the cheek from Miria. An excited yellow hue was seen on Miria's face as she drew back hiding the slight blush on her cheeks. "I'll see you guys later. I've got an interesting new business venture to make." Glowering at Ronan Miria gestured for him to come along. "You. Come with me. And no more of that staring business got it? I'd prefer to talk about another type of business you can help me start up."

oocI actually rented the book and was sitting on a bench but I worked with what you put. If you choose to follow just infer I give you Miria's first buiness plan to make children's first bow/arrow kits to sell.

[Ronan Dugal]

It wasn't that Ronan had been looking on purpose, you know. His eyes were just... drawn to them. Not on purpose at all. Ronan tried to come up with a good defense to the woman's sudden outburst. The fact that he recognized his only Avanthalian... What? She wasn't exactly a friend. Nor a rival. Or an enemy... It all overcrowded Ronan's mind as he tried to come up with an excuse and tried to say hello to her and tried to apologize all at the same time. A man's mind wasn't know for its ability to do multiple things at the same time. "I...Hello? I'm sorry. I wasn't... I mean... I didn't mean to... How are you? I mean not that I wouldn't want to look a-... no wait. Not good... I'll just be over here, being an idiot..." Ronan slumped down on his chair, collapsing like a sack of potatoes. The fact that he had been 'sir' rather than the previous 'Ronan' had hurt his feelings as well. After the snow in his boot, Ronan had been convinced that that had been the extent of his misery for today and he had seen the worst of it. He now regretted ever thinking that. With nothing better to do, besides call himself an asshole and an idiot, Ronan flipped some pages of the book he was reading. His eyes looked at the pictures and words but his brain didn't register any of it. It hadn't been on purpose, right. It's not like he was a pervert or anything. Sure he was an... aggressive, one could say, flirter but he would never... but just now he had done it, so maybe Ronan didn't know himself very well. He flipped another page of the book. The sudden outburst from the table next to him drew Ronan back into the real, slightly less bad, world. Somehow he envied the old librarian guy as he got hugged and kissed by the Avanthalian woman. The sudden change of her demeanor towards him, the lack of previously noted disgust, confused Ronan. This woman was such a mystery to him. He prayed to... well, he never really prayed to anyone as he had little faith in anything besides himself, so Ronan just hoped that she was a rare case amongst the womenfolk of Avanthal. "Yes, miss Miss." For now, Miss was still her name. The two had met in Avanthal a few times, after their initial meet in the market when Ronan had first arrived here. But up till now, her name had remained Miss and Ronan had stopped trying to force it out of her, instead leaving it up to her to tell him her name whenever she felt like it. He brushed it off to some strange Avanthal custom towards traders or strangers. Or towards Ronan specifically. Leaving the book on the table, Ronan got up as he followed suit. He could hear the sloshing of the melted ice in his boot with ever step he took. The cold of the day greeted him as soon as he stepped out the door. The woman was driven, that was for sure, driven to do something interesting. And Ronan wasn't about to miss it. "I'm not going to hear the end of that, am I?" Ronan said as he subjected himself to being branded a pervert by the woman. His mood seemed to alter slightly upon hearing business. His mind could already hear the sound of his Gold Mizas tingling together. "For a lovely woman such as yourself, I'd be more than happy to help you start up any business you like. What'll it be? Rare pelt trading? Selling metal from a secret mine you found in the mountains? Breeding rare ice breathing snowsabers?" He wasn't sure if those snowsabers were real or not but it sounded like a lucrative business venture. As he threaded through the snow roads, his cloak tight around his body to protect him from the wind and cold outside, Ronan listened to the woman's idea for a business. "Children's bows? Are you sure? That doesn't sound like the gold mine you made it seem in the sh-..." Ronan's voice trailed off into silence as his mind raced, connecting the dots. Avanthal was situated in hunter's paradise so that would mean a lot of hunting which meant a lot of parents who want their children to be hunters as well which meant they would be more than interested in an item like a children's bow or an arrow maker set. Or anything related to hunting, for that regard. A children's tailor kit. Or a skinn-... no that would be a little bloody. But it was actually a good idea. "Alright, I'm listening. So you're saying you want to go for a 'prepare your child for the hunter's life' kinda thing? Sounds... like a good idea. Then again, I wouldn't expect anything less from a beaut-..." He stopped himself but changed his mind and continued his sentence. "...-tiful woman such as yourself." She could think what she wanted about the breast staring incident from earlier. It didn't change Ronan's opinion of the woman in any regard. Changing the subject back to the business venture, Ronan continued. "Perhaps you could branch out beyond the bow and arrows. Why not include all the non bloody parts of hunting as well. Your child's first herb gathering kit. First tanning kit. First Leatherworking kit. What do you think?" oocSorry for the misunderstanding. Also, your framepicture is amazing.

[Miria]

"Not if you keep bringing it up like that." Raising an eyebrow back at Ronan Miria could feel her eyes rolling to the high heavens at the delusions of grandeur from the trader. "Right no those have already been taken. Rather I'm starting off simpler. I was thinking of making starter kits for people wishing to learn." The slight hesitation from the Syliran caused the Coolwater to purse her lips in exasperation. "Just think about." Giving Ronan's mind to quickly piece together her proposition Miria could only find herself smirking at Ronan's attitude so far. This this Ronan is like a child when you talk about making extra mizas. So straightforward sometimes.

Shaking her head Miria could not help but laugh at Ronan's rhetoric. "Such a gentleman sometimes Ronan. But like I said before flattery gets you nowhere with Miria Coolwater." Shrugging at the suggestion Miria nodded at the suggestion. It was a good business venture for sure but archery was all Miria ever wanted to work with. Outside of that there were others better suited for the task. "You can take the initiative and sell those yourself. Archery is the only thing I feel I can sell happily."

This slight development did much to brighten Miria's mood. Not even Ronan and his foreign mannerisms could put on her spirits. Probably. "So how did you did you set up a business in your Syliras? Were some of them owned by the knights of your city? I'm hesitant to make my own truth be told." Though recent events have been leading Miria along this path truth be told the Coolwater was still unsure about making the first step. "I only ask because I want an insurance on this great leap I plan on doing."

It was rare to hear an Iceguard member do much else then guarding the wall. Though they might have hobbies Miria worried that that life style might hemm in her other joys in life. "Right. Changing the subject what were you doing in Stories in the Snow. You haven't been stalking me have you? Morwen help me I had enough trouble with you shifty types."

[Ronan Dugal]

Ronan walked after the ebony haired woman as he listened to her speak. Flattery always got him somewhere. "Who is this Miri-...Aaah... Your name is Miria? Miria. Miria~~ Has a nice ring to it. It suits you. A beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Ronan tasted the sound on his tongue and found it quite pleasing. When he heard her Vani accent pronounce the name it felt right for some reason. Not that Ronan knew anything about right or wrong sounding words in a Vani accent since almost everything sounded nice and right when spoken in Vani. "Ok. So you want to take it slow at first. Start with something you're familiar with. Good choice. Smart." Ronan was talking more to himself than to Miria at this point. His hand was rubbing over his chin as the thought and walked at the same time, doing his best to keep up with the woman. "You only want to sell archery because it makes you happy? Curious..." Another incomprehensible Avanthalian notion. Do something because it makes you happy rather than do something because it makes you a lot more money? It was an... odd way of thinking for Ronan. Sure, he had found pleasure in things he had done in the past but everything he had done had been for the money first and for the pleasure second. Well, almost anything, Ronan thought as smug grin crept over his face for a moment. Miria's voice drew him out of his thoughts. "Hmm? Syliras? To be honest, I didn't really have a business business. No office, no shop, no nothing. I just bought stuff from one guy and sold it to another for profit. That was my business. And yes, the knights own all of the shops and everything in the shops. They're so high and mighty that they have the audacity to 'allow' us to borrow their stores and their goods to make a living for ourselves while constantly paying boatloads of money to them for simply breathing the smelly air of that rot infested place... My apologies. I got a little carried away there. Back on topic, I would have to say: why not? What could possibly be so bad that you wouldn't give it a try?" Ronan was surprised at the amount he had spoken in one go without flirting or striking a deal. Ronan already saw the niche in the market as he tried to explain to Miria why it was such a good idea to do what she wanted to do. Without mentioning the fact that it could make her a lot of money. Well, without mentioning it too much, at least. "Your idea is a good one. From what I know about you and other Avanthalians, hunting is a big part of life. Archery in general is, since it's also a part of your defense and lifestyle. I'm sure you have these tournaments and everything. And children are important to every culture and every race. Without children a race would die out. And these children need education. So why not provide it to the parents in the form of a children's bow and arrowmaking kit?" Ronan stopped talking for a while as both him and Miria thought over things. He was already drawing up a business plan. A crude one, granted, but one that would probably work. Miria's question drew a chuckle and a sigh from Ronan as he turned to her, picking up his pace so he would walk side by side with her, rather than constantly trying to catch up with her. Bloody snow. He wondered what she meant by enough trouble with you shifty types. The fact that he was classified as one of the, apparently, many shifty types in Miria's life actually hurt Ronan. He wasn't that bad, right. Right? "Well, I wasn't really doing anything there. I was out for breakfast but then I got snow in my boot and it started melting and it's my birthday and it was cold out and .... I don't know. It all just rubbed me the wrong way and I lost my appetite. With nothing else for it, I hopped in the first warm place I could find. And as flattering as it may be, I was not stalking you. At least not at that time. Pure coincidence." Ronan added those last two bits with a sneaky smile on his face as he looked at the woman next to him, trying to gauge her reaction. "Back to business. Do you have any previous experience with owning or managing a shop? I mean I'd love to help you out, of course, but I need to sell my goods so that I can pay off my rent and everything. Talking about rent, you don't happen to know a decent but cheaper place than the Savintar Warrens, would you?" Ronan continued as he was trying to puzzle things together. Would they need a permanent shop or would they sell door to door. Perhaps they needed to do some research first. Ask some of the hunters if they would be interested. Or some of the guards. Or any parent, for that matter. How would they make them. That part was up to Miria, such a nice sounding name. Miria could make the stuff and Ronan could sell it. With his mind developing more and more of the plan, Ronan threaded through the snow, sweating as the snow and cold made it more difficult for him to move around, especially at Miria's inspired pace.

[Miria]

Miria could barely contain herself when Ronan commented on her name. Yes, yes my name is Miria. Can't have be calling me Miss miss all the time like some pet name now can I? "Focus Ronan."

"Your kidding right? Stop fooling around. Theres no point in life if-" Stopping short Miria hestitated gaving a hard look at Dugal before continuing. What did it matter if their values over there were different? This is Avanthal I should be free to speak my mind. "You don't enjoy what your doing. Crossing her arms Miria felt a slight twinge of pity and guilt talking to Ronan as if he were a child at times. "You should consider what you want before anything dear. It helps lead to a happier, fufilling life in the end."

Ronan's life story in Syliras and his view of the knight guard of the city. Miria did not comment on either. Either way the knights had to make a money somehow to operate and Ronan did what he had to do to make his daily mizas. Nothing wrong with either of them in the archer's opinion. Though this sudden insight both pushed and pulled Miria's thoughts on the matter. Ronan was not actually privy to owning a business but he said earlier that the knights there actually owned the stores. And it works. Why can't I do something like that here? "Your words do speak true Ronan. If I should fail once again I just have to merely do better next time." Shifting uncomfortably Miria gave a less then encouraged smile at the mention of failing.

"I've never really thought of it like that truth be told." I'll have to win one of those tournament one of these days. Though Ronan was a bit critical or otherwise talkative at times simply being there to talk to was help enough for Miria. In her mind she already thought of the design of the wooden arrows. "Hold on for a moment please Ronan." Taking off her backpack Miria started to work with some of the leftover arrows she had from her earlier fletching. "Yes I always keep extras just incase something like this happens" said the archer taking a thin length of wood and a knife to shape it.

Not caring where they were Miria then knelt close to the ground before finally easing herself in a decent enough sitting position. "In any case join me Ronan. We can just sit here and grind out the rest of the details here." Looking back at the length of wood she had in her hand Miria could already see what the arrow model was going to be. Not a wooden point mind you. Those were still quite dangerous. No, she would make a point to not make it pointed but rather very rounded. That way if it were to hit anything it could still hold it's shape rather well. Chipping off pieces on one end Miria described half of an oval on one end of the arrow. A few inches further down the shaft Miria made jutting impressions on two sides. Pairs barely a finger length length away from each other. Those would be the grooves just in case someone tried to stretch the bowstring too far. They would catch on the bowstring and impede the user from pulling further. They were kids after all, sometimes they had to be set limits. I can also use less feathers then I normally use. Perhaps a different method since they are almost assuredly won't be fired that far. All that leaves is the impression on the back end. Mulling it over for a few moments Miria merely just made a jutting v impression on the other end of the arrow. Simple and it would not be confusing for the young ones. After awhile they all realize that they just have to trap the arrow between the bow and the bowstring and they would be all set. The arrow making itself would take under two chimes per patch of three if she did it enough times. Yes this is very excellent indeed!

"It's not very flattering Dugal. At all. You be careful with your words around here. I might have to shoot you down one way or other if you rub me the wrong way." Rolling her eyes at the obvious rise Ronan gave Miria could only give an exasperated shove aimed at the trader. Men. "Alright then just know you've been on thin ice for awhile." Though truth be told quite a few of the men Miria knew was there with him in on that thin line of annoyance and appreciation.

"Not really. Morello did most of the business talking. Once he left our business did not last to long. I wasn't familiar with the people he talked to and they weren't too keen on talking to a Vantha girl at the time." Though if they did that to me now I dare them to think the same of me again once I have my way with them. I'm a full-fledged woman now, not some wallflower to be looked at. Cheaper then the warrens? "Nothing really comes to mind Ronan. I pay a good amount of my hard earned Mizas to live in my hold. Of course you can try roughing it outside but I doubt a pampered city boy like yourself could survive the nights in Avanthal. Just be happy that they provide a decent enough home to go to right?" Miria found herself laughing at the trader for no apparent reason after that. Such a one track mind. "So you said it was your birthday yes? Why didn't you invite me to join you earlier?" Thinking back about it Miria did not even bother looking for company when her birthday came. It was just another day after all. "What did you have planned later today? I can't force a companion to work with me all day on their celebration day right?"

[Ronan Dugal]

Ronan stopped in mid step as Miria spoke to him. Not enjoying what I'm doing? "It is quite a luxury... to be able to do what you want in order to get where you want. I don't think, until recently, I've ever had that luxury." Ronan pondered about it for a moment. Everything he had done up till now had been for the money in it. Not because he knew how to do it but simply because it made him more money than doing something else. He quickly caught up with Miria again. "Don't worry. I'll make sure it doesn't fail." Confidence. Something Ronan had more than enough of. At Miria's command Ronan stopped and waited as he watched her take off her backpack and sit down in the snow. She was going to work. Here? In the middle of the snow and cold? With his boot freezing because of the melted snow inside? And now she wanted him to join? Crazy Avanthalians with their crazy notions. "I'm fine with standing." And hopping around in order not to freeze to death, he thought to himself. He watched in silence as Miria started to design her arrow, adding details to it that Ronan didn't quite understand. He could see the reason for the dulled of arrowhead but the rest was a mystery to him. Although he had been joking, the Avanthalian woman wasn't when she threatened to shoot him. With his hand raised, his palms towards Miria, Ronan apologized. "Sorry, miss mis-ria, Miria. I didn't mean to upset you with that remark. I understand that my ways are different from yours and I thank you for not lobbing me together with the shifty types. I'm not shifty. In fact, I'm quite focused." He was still getting used to knowing her name. The fact that she would shoot him was strange. On one end he was somehow glad to be noticed by the woman but on the other hand he felt like he deserved more than an arrow from her. Ronan had no idea who Morello was but he assumed, from her words, that he had been the dealer and business person in whatever previous venture Miria had had. "Well, I can be this Morello for your new venture, if you'd like. I can honestly say that I know my way around a business." Any other implication of using the Morello name passed by Ronan as he had no idea what connection Miria had had with that person in the past. Once more hurt, Ronan let the pampered city boy remark slip past him. What did she know about him besides what he had portrayed towards her. With her nice hold and people taking care of her instead of beating her up for the first twelve years of her life. None of this managed to make it into Ronan's expressions."I think I'll stick to the Savintar Warrens then, thanks." The sudden laughing from the woman confused him. Where had it come from? Although he had to admit that he found the sound quite pleasing. "Indeed, today I am one year closer to dying. I apologize for not inviting you to the celebrations but at the time I did not know your name, nor your address." With a smile, Ronan wondered if they had addresses in Avanthal. "I was perhaps going to get insanely drunk and hope it would help me forget that it was my birthday... Or practice my accuracy a bit? Or both, which makes for a very good combination. And please, don't think for a moment that working is a bother to me. I prefer a good day's work over any celebration." What a great way of advertising yourself, Ronan. Tell the woman how boring you are and what a one track mind you have. That'll land you on her good side. Ronan looked at Miria and to the arrow, his eyes brushed over her chest as he moved from her face to the arrow. Realizing it, he pointed at the arrow and clearing his throat. "Have you thought perhaps about a dull arrowhead? Like a ball of cloth or something? It would seem less painful than to get hit by that. I speak from experience." Ronan remembered the many hits he had taken from a dull stick, which had left him with open wounds and bruised bones. He kept pacing back and forth in the snow, cutting a deeper path in it every time he moved over it. Ronan wondered what was wrong with him. He usually wasn't so prude about looking at a woman's... assets. Perhaps it was the fact that Miria linked his looking, completely by accident, mind you, to him being a pervert and being worthy of getting an arrow through his body somewhere. Trying to get both his mind off of it and to distract Miria from possibly shooting him, Ronan brought up some of the questions he had had earlier. "Would you make a shop out of it? Or do you see it more as a door-to-door sales item? Or perhaps sell it to archery/children shops and have them sell it on. Or a combination of those. And what about prices? Cost and income? And what will be in the kits? Just a bow and a few arrows? Or instruction on how to make the arrows together with the materials? And what a-... Sorry." Ronan shrugged with an apologetic smile as he realized he was overloading her with questions and ideas at the same time while the woman was still thinking about the arrow design and the child's safety.

[Miria]

"Focused? That's always the word you eccentric types love to use." Smiling knowingly Miria could only shake her head at the Syliran known as Ronan. I've seen many things in my few years but he was definitely a first. Quietly musing with her inner thoughts Miria could only shake her head in disagreement with what Ronan had to say. "So did Morello. Just don't skip town on me like him and you'll do just fine. Avanthal, rather I don't need another Morello." Shrugging slightly Miria's face curled up into a slight grin. "I could stand to have a Dugal's company though."

"It matters not to me." Not like I invited you to mine so we are even there. Blinking curiously Miria opted to not ask about the second part of his plans for the day. If wants to share he would have done so already. Besides more pressing matters are at hand. Sighing disappointed Miria was the picture of civility as Ronan pointed at the arrow. Woman always knew when they were looked at. Think of it as a sixth sense of sorts. Though Miria had to admit it was tiring to be constantly reminded of her gender. Perhaps she'll reprimand Ronan when the time came. I'm looking forward to that.

"Don't be so crude. Besides I'm not going to give them a fully powered bow that would just be foolish. If they happen to be good enough to actually hit someone I think they deserve a bit of fun in anycase." Not that they would hit anyone with them. Parents kept their children well kept for the most part in Avanthal. "Besides snowballs are used for hurting others when they have wronged you. More fun and less painful yes?"

At least this time he had the decency to try to keep himself occupied. "I do." Miria said simply. Of course she meant it for the first question but all the questions Ronan gave her were starting to intimidate her again. The Coolwater will just have to go along with it and find her way. "Enough about me Ronan. I've had quite enough talking shop with you. Besides. Today is your day afterall. Is there anything that would make this the best day of your life?" Smiling evenly Miria offered her metaphorical hand to Ronan as her eyes drew up a playful blue. "Come on. I know you've been yearning for some fun since your stay here. Let me join you."