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[smithofwainola]

During the long months of winter, Ilmarinen has kept busy (and warm) with work in his forge. He has finer tools, now, and he has gotten better at destroying any of the mistakes that have tried to run away or kill him. Sometimes, though, he simply can't tell when a work has gone rogue

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[ayrie_spirit]

Ariel is a curious sprite, and since he can feel a trace of the magic around the items he decides to poke around. The first item he picks up is a very pretty ring.

No, it's not the brightest thing he's ever done.

A few moments later, a young, attractive, very human young man puts the ring on his finger to see how it fits. It fit well, so he left it on and wandered off to poke around the weird mansion.

Mun: Oooh, too many ideas to choose from! You win life. This is, by the way, a return of one of my old favorites: Aaron Johnson, an exotic dancer who goes by Ariel on stage.

[topofadmiration]

Miranda is poking about herself, an activity she has yet to tire of even after months in the mansion. Passing Ariel, she pauses a moment, frowning a little. He looks familiar, which is strange considering she knows no humans from her former life, save her father.

[ayrie_spirit]

He catches her looking at him and finds her vaguely familiar as well, though he can't quite place her. He waves and laces his fingers together behind his head. "H'llo."

[topofadmiration]

"Sir," she says, looking him up and down. "What are you, sir?" she asks, made bold by her curiosity.

[ayrie_spirit]

"...What am I?" He looks at her, confused. "A guy? A dancer? I'm not sure what you mean."

[topofadmiration]

"A man," she says, more as clarification for herself than a question to him. She purses her lips, frowning. "I know you not, yet--"

[ayrie_spirit]

"Well, yeah, I am that." He cocks his head curiously. "Yet...what?"

[topofadmiration]

"our face seems not unknown to me."

[ayrie_spirit]

"Yeah? You look a little familiar too, come to think. Not sure why." He's pretty sure they couldn't have seen each other at his work...she seems far too innocent for that. He absently pats his pockets looking for a pack of smokes before realizing they're not there, he's been trying to quit.

[topofadmiration]

"I'm Miranda," she says eagerly, hoping he will recognize the name and provide some kind of answer.

[ayrie_spirit]

"Miranda?" The name does seem vaguely familiar, something in the very back of his mind, but it's gone before he can grasp it. "I'm Aaron," he says after a moment.

[topofadmiration]

"O," she says, a little disappointed. The name is not familiar at all.

[ayrie_spirit]

"So, where're you from, Miranda?" He leans back against the table, fiddling with the ring.

[topofadmiration]

"I do not know its name, sir."