Mia Ausa; Lunar: SSSC; Um...bar place?

[mm_aura]

There is a reason why Vane's Guildmaster is nicknamed the Ice Queen.

It is not easy to forgive...

There isn't anything in particular that's wrong with how she rules. On the contrary, a lot of good has been done. The only thing is, a lot of it has been done alone. No help from others, no potential Premiers, no hint of outside help. And that is

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[pi_wakawaka]

(OOC: Tiwa is in the midst of plot but wanted to throw someone.)

That's a very impressive use of magic and Liam watches her carefully, trying to figure out a polite way to help her.

[gorgonfondness]

Once she notices she's being watched, Mia sits up straight.

"State your business."

[pi_wakawaka]

He gives a proper bow,

"I'm sorry, I was just admiring your use of magic and honestly worrying a little. Is there anything I can do to help?"

[gorgonfondness]

"You are about nineteen years too late for that," she says.

It's no coincidence that she's nineteen years old.

[onlyneed1shot]

Camille notices the frozen shield. Cleaning her gun at a nearby table, she pauses for a moment and just watches.

Milliways.

Magic.

Bruja

[gorgonfondness]

Mia can feel eyes on her.

She sits up, alert, and notices the gun.

She's not sure if she should bring up the rules or not, but Mia has never seen a gun fired.

And that is distraction.

It's almost a softer look that the Guildmaster gives, one that belonged to a life that is no longer hers.

[onlyneed1shot]

Camille is nearly finished. She wipes down the pieces, and then slides everything back together. Her hands are fast, but not because she's in a hurry - they are just fast because she knows what she is doing.

Eleven seconds.

And then she looks up again, green eyes sharp. Sharp, but also...cool. Blank. Shuttered eyes, one might say.

[gorgonfondness]

Once Mia sees those eyes, she steels her own violet ones.

"You're quick," she observes.