Miria Lasedri
Pale Shadow
In her fourteen years of life people had certainly told Miria to do a lot of things. Whether the tasks were something as simple as staying put and not wandering off to completing whatever chores had been tasked to her when she still resided at the orphanage, she was used to being told things. Following through with them was another matter altogether, and one she had never bothered to perfect. After all, life was really only worth living when one was able to do what they wanted when they so wished, and not a moment before or after. That was, in the end, the larger point of it all. Somehow, it seemed most people weren't able to see that. Strangely enough one of those people was [member="Geneviève Lasedri"] herself. 'I'm supposed to do a lot of things. But I don't. Neither do you.' Simple, wasn't it?
It was amusing, in a sense, watching [member="Solan Charr"] attempt to communicate via the same hand motions that came second nature to her. Most people had difficulties interpreting them, let alone actually returning the same unspoken words in a way that made any amount of sense. The fact that he was able to make some sort of marginally understandable effort spoke just a bit about who he was. Well rounded to say the least, but perhaps too much so, at the comment made and then swiftly shut down in the next second by Gen. Something had transpired between the two long before her being adopted had even been remotely thought of, and it was that something she knew she was missing. Odd, to say the least. But intriguing as well, even if she wasn't supposed to be privy to the information.
'What don't you want him telling me? You know I'll probably figure it out eventually. I'm smart enough for that.' Her eyes withheld a certain sense of mischief, her tail swaying behind her in a motion that conveyed nearly the same feeling. Her look switched between the two, guardedly curious as to what they had been conversing. Maybe she wasn't supposed to know, maybe she would be told eventually, but she had never been the patient sort to wait and see just what would be revealed to her in its own time. Life was too short for any of that waiting around and seeing if things would come to her. Most times it took too long anyhow. Enough of her life had already been wasted in the orphanage, and she didn't want to waste any more waiting less than patiently for someone to likely not tell her something in the first place.
Seconds passed, and she glanced to Gen. 'If you aren't my mom, then I'm not sure who is. You did sign the papers after we talked, remember?' That might have been a bit too forward, but once again she didn't believe in working around things. Something perhaps Gen still needed help learning.
It was amusing, in a sense, watching [member="Solan Charr"] attempt to communicate via the same hand motions that came second nature to her. Most people had difficulties interpreting them, let alone actually returning the same unspoken words in a way that made any amount of sense. The fact that he was able to make some sort of marginally understandable effort spoke just a bit about who he was. Well rounded to say the least, but perhaps too much so, at the comment made and then swiftly shut down in the next second by Gen. Something had transpired between the two long before her being adopted had even been remotely thought of, and it was that something she knew she was missing. Odd, to say the least. But intriguing as well, even if she wasn't supposed to be privy to the information.
'What don't you want him telling me? You know I'll probably figure it out eventually. I'm smart enough for that.' Her eyes withheld a certain sense of mischief, her tail swaying behind her in a motion that conveyed nearly the same feeling. Her look switched between the two, guardedly curious as to what they had been conversing. Maybe she wasn't supposed to know, maybe she would be told eventually, but she had never been the patient sort to wait and see just what would be revealed to her in its own time. Life was too short for any of that waiting around and seeing if things would come to her. Most times it took too long anyhow. Enough of her life had already been wasted in the orphanage, and she didn't want to waste any more waiting less than patiently for someone to likely not tell her something in the first place.
Seconds passed, and she glanced to Gen. 'If you aren't my mom, then I'm not sure who is. You did sign the papers after we talked, remember?' That might have been a bit too forward, but once again she didn't believe in working around things. Something perhaps Gen still needed help learning.
