Twenty-Ninth Ink Drop [Action]

[chiisaichou]

[Miyabi didn't have much to apologize for, like any of the rest of people. For the most part, she acted the same, despite how she had aged and changed. Even so, the poncle didn't know how to feel about the change. She...had been an Envoy. A real Celestial Envoy, just like she wanted. And even the Chieftess of Ponc'Tan to boot

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/may be so slow

[mikangirl]

[She's going camping tomorrow, so it stands to reason Nami's having one last fling with the bar tonight. This here would be a redhead peering over her drink at you, Miya, and trying to make sure for herself you're actually the Miya she knows |D]

/can backtag into the millenium.

[chiisaichou]

[Well, it's not like she's wearing a cloak or anything. Miyabi's face is still the same, and her hummingbird wings - though droopy - are still as bright an colorful as ever. She, on the other hand, looks like a raincloud might form above her head any minute.]

/o/! 1/2

[mikangirl]

[Hmm. Well.]

[mikangirl]

[Don't mind Nami sitting down quietly on the other side of that table, Miya. She's carrying two Going Merrys with her.]

Care to try this out while you're still that size?

[chiisaichou]

[dhfjks--WOMAN, AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE GETTING KIDNAPPED SOMEWHERE?! Miyabi jumps and instantly grabs the glass, but not to drink it. She pulls back her drawing and inspects it carefully. Nothing got on it, right? ...No, it's fine.

And the assailant is--!]

Nami. Ah, I have some sake here... [That she didn't even touch.] But, uhm...th-thank you.

[mikangirl]

[Hey, Nami's far more careful than to spill anything on that painting :| But she'll give a small shrug. Miya can drink it or not as she likes.]

What's wrong?

[Blunt questions are go.]

[chiisaichou]

[Sue her for being jumpy. 8| Plus, she's still unsure what to do with the painting. It's beautiful, but it's not hers. Not this hers, at least. She can't show it off like she normally would, but she doesn't want to get rid of it, either. What if she'll never be this good again?]

N-Nothing...

[Feel free to see her lie, Nami. That one was pitiful.]

[mikangirl]

Huh. Worst kind of 'nothing' I've ever seen then, Miya. [Said gently. And now she'll look down at the painting in front of her.]

...Amaterasu?

[chiisaichou]

[Miyabi shuffles uncomfortably in place when Nami figures out her obvious lie. She doesn't look directly at her, feeling awkward and guilty, but glances at the painting when Nami points out the wolf.]

Eh? O-Oh, yes. That's her. There's...another form, though. She looks even more beautiful like that, when people truly believe in her. I've never even known about it, before--[She got older, and found out so many things. Were they even true?] ...The others are all the other twelve brush gods.

[mikangirl]

It's beautiful. [Considering look.] You drew this.

[Not actually a question.]

[chiisaichou]

[Miyabi bites her lip and turns away from Nami's face.]

No, I didn't. I can't paint like that.

[mikangirl]

Who did, then?

[chiisaichou]

[It takes her a while to reply, and her eyes are downcast, voice soft]

...A Celestial Envoy.

[mikangirl]

Mmm.

[She thinks she gets the idea.]

You want to talk about it?

[chiisaichou]

[No...maybe. Kind of.]

...It's stupid.

[mikangirl]

Why?