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No problem! Myrika will be adorably oblivious and awkwardsauce. 8D Sorry for delay, also. ;_;
Myrika is by Raze!
The reddish-hued woman, while well-educated in book-reading and other sorts of skills, was sometimes terribly oblivious to the motivations of others. Social skills came hard for Myrika, and while she was quite deft and capable where it came to some subjects -- earnest debate, for example, or learning history and discussing the past, for another example -- there were other areas where she was woefully undertrained. It was for this reason she misconstrued the silver-pelted woman's sidelong glances and appreciative looks for genuine friendliness.
It was Emmanuelle's ebullient personality which drew Myrika's admiration, and she found herself grinning as the Tirones smiled her own broad smile, speaking in excitement about Myrika's skill, praising her for works she hadn't even seen yet. The tawny coyote's ears went half-mast with the compliment and she lowered her muzzle, though the smile across it relayed the rust-tinged Praetorian's contentment with the compliment. They perked back up quickly enough as the woman mentioned riders chasing her, and even as they began walking in the general direction of the village, Cahal behind and to the opposite side as Emma, the coyote's gaze was drawn to the other woman, questioning.
Chasing you? Why? she asked, her voice fraught with concern. She didn't worry for Inferni, so much -- they had plenty of capable defenders, her many cousins and the rest of the fearsome Lykoi ilk. She was, however, hoping Emmanuelle hadn't encountered too much trouble on her earlier roads in life. She realized the bluntness of her question, and again her tan-furred ears went half-mast. Sorry, I don't mean to pry -- you don't have to say, of course, she added quickly, shrugging a shoulder as if to emphasize her indifference. She hadn't meant to be quite so bold in her inquiry, but the words were said and couldn't be unsaid.
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