The young Messenger cocked her head at the emergence of some stranger. Soft whispers and tense movements did little to put the youngling at ease, and Mira could feel her mouth already beginning to screw up in nervous apprehension. Her eyes quickly skittered about her surroundings, making note of possible exit routes or defining characteristics.
Upon her wrist, she noticed a subtle shimmer along the silver surface of her bracelet. Her brow furrowed at the sight, muttering soft concerns beneath her breath. “Decontamination…? Foreign fauna neutralized…?”
Turning her attention back to the stranger and his peculiar behavior, she gave a quick nod and stuttered out a reply, “Y-Yes, I am Mira the Messenger, o-of Spero. W-Who are you, M-Mister, and how are you a-ac-acquainted with me?” Jayce and Vince had always warned her about individuals like these, to not trust them at face value. Perhaps it was time to put those lessons to a proper test.
[ psychoticrat ]
Wit’s ears flicked at the other’s mutterings. He couldn’t help but to eye the glowing bracelet. The rat wanted to know how it worked. How it figured out a defense so quickly. He practically ignored the girl’s questions for a moment. He was more interested in the glowing accessory than anything else. Finding out any information would be helpful to him. Hopefully, Wit could find a way to convince her to come with him. It wouldn’t be easy, considering how timid and flighty she already seemed. She was weary of Wit, and he knew it. She had been taught, or learned from experience, that she shouldn’t talk with strangers. The rat cleared his throat and moved his hood back slightly. Looking up at the girl, he smiled warmly, “My name is Wit. I apologize for my rude behavior. I’m trying to keep myself hidden. I don’t wish to endanger you, but I know you have connections to others. Do you, perhaps, know of Prince Jarvan? Could you deliver a message to him for me?”
The change in mannerisms did little but unsettle the girl, and she took a reflexive step back as his body shifted positions. His answers and behavior deviated from accepted protocol. Then there was the matter of his appearance. Far from human but not less alive, he held the visage of a rat with the body of a man.
Her curiosity was piqued, instantly reminded of Champion Twitch. A tenant of her being as a citizen of Spero was belief in the proliferation of life in dynamic coexistence. In simpler words, Mira never found reason to judge a person based off of their appearance. Rather, it was the person within that deserved her consideration, and a bad feeling pervaded Wit’s presence.
"Y-Yes, Mister Wit. I have heard of Prince Jarvan the Fourth, heir to the Demacian throne, but I do not know him personally… I would not like to d-disappoint you, but the only c-connections I have are the bonds I share with my friends and family as well as m-my duty to the city of Spero… I-I cannot deliver packages that are not given to me b-by the a postal center, b-but I will hear out your message…"
Wit’s smile was warm, but his body spoke cold indifference. His was not the warmth she found on the day she had met Jayce. A small mantra played in her mind as she straightened her posture and held her hands in front. 'Be brave…’