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"Maybe in a little bit, Tiffan." She had always felt her magic lacked something... a certain style or power that came to other wages with ease. Her mother had said she needed to find her specialty and yet, here it was: wind, and she was still bad at it. With a bit of strain showing around the corners of her lips, Virali smiled at the little excito. She was so cute! "I wonder why Knotwood hates Plagues so..." she murmured absently. A stray lock of brown hair twisted around her fingers as she watched Tiffan, the habits of an incessant need to always be somewhat in motion. Any traces of unease vanished, and she looked up at Terrowin, flashing him a dazzling and flirtatious smile.

"How long are you planning on staying in Freykeep, Terrowin? Does he live with you?" The last question was directed at Mylle, in an effort to be less exclusionary in their conversation. If Terrowin stayed long enough, perhaps they could travel together for a bit, a small bit. Virali did not do permanent traveling companions. Ever.

"Mhmm." Her leg swung out from the chair idly. She looked at Tiffan, a little flustered by her question. "Knotwood is my home fellowship, for now. They are such crusty people." She avoided the other question. Best not to bring it up if she could avoid it. The 'for now' actually meant quite a lot to Virali. She had felt stifled there, surrounded by men so set in their ways that she became easier to ignore than teach. Soon, that would hopefully change. Her woodsy grey eyes slip back over to Terrowin, catching the faintest traces of a blush staining his cheeks. Yes. Giving herself a mental point, she leaned closer and plkaced one dainty hand on his arm.

"What a coincidence," she turned to Mylle and smiled too. Virali felt if she could get his sister on her side, she would be more than willing to help fluster her poor brother. It was, after all, what siblings did. "I'll probably be staying for a few weeks as well. I have to sort out some housekeeping." She shrugged delicately. "Where were you headed after this again?"

Virali laughed, the light sound tripping throughout the leather shop. Terrowin looked the type to slip away, not saying goodbye or where exactly he was going. And, to be honest, that suited Virali. She was of the same type: a wanderer. Being tied down was something entirely too.... boring? Mundane? Vaguely frightening. But she never minded tying others to herself, if only for a short period.

"Is he often the type to go gallivanting off with out a word, Myelle?" She glanced over at Terrowin, wondering if his cheeks could match his hair. Her own darker skin stood out vividly when next to him. A tendril of hair fell across her cheek and she distractedly tucked it behind one ear. "Are you that type? ...You seem a little flushed; are you alright?" She reached a hand up to touch his forehead, gauging for a fever where she knew there would be none.

"If not gallivanting, how would you describe him?" Her voice had a particular note of barely concealed mirth. The idea of Terrowin's long frame skipping blithely down a road had inserted itself into her mind quite unexpectedly. A wicked desire had arisen in Virali's chest, spurred by both honest curiosity and Terrowin's increasingly interesting reactions. It seemed his entire self was focused between her and his sister. She liked it.

She slowly removed her hand from his forehead, slipping a strand of his hair behind one ear. "You don't seem hot." Her eyes turned towards Tiffan, and a small, devious smile played across her lips. "He turns red a lot? Or slumps? It;'s too bad, with his height he should stand tall and look handsome." She spoke to Tiffan, but slid her eyes over to Terrowin's shrinking form. He was just like a cat who had suddenly decided it no longer wished to use its bones.

Virali snorted, an inelegant sound of mirth. "I like you, Mylle. You're a good sister. I have two brothers of my own." The pregnant woman reminded her of how she always looked for news wywas to make her younger brother screech. Like the time she left a fish in his bed. A good sibling rivalry was ahrd to find, although Terrowin should probably tyr shooting back at her. Virali poked him gently in the shoulder.

"So, are you a sneaky sort, Terrowin? Though... I don't think you'd get away with much sneaking,. You're far too large. Right, Tiffan?" The plague's weight on her shoulder was light and she worried about such a perch, but Tiffan seemed content. "You know, you're the first plague I've really talked to. And I guess that makes you," she looked at Terrowin, "the first Grimm."

Her brows furrowed prettily at Terrowin's words. "I thought you had to have a tainted item, then it turned into Tiffan. You don't remember that?" She had read about it in one of her studies., Although, the appearance of Plagues was quite new. She could be wrong, she supposed. The slipper slid off her foot with a thunk.

"If you want, I know there's a couple of mages up at the Fellowship here that could answer any questions you had!" She smiled brightly. So far, the mages here had seemed very nice. The sun was lowering outside and her smile turned into a frown. It got dark so quickly here.... She hated wandering in towns after the sun set.

One eyebrow arched so high it seemed as though it might float away. A Plague that didn't quote belong to anyone.... It smacked of intrigue and dastardly goings-on. Wouldn't it be lonely to be so secretive? "Interesting. Well, she seems to like you quite well enough, Terrowin. Does that mean she's a good judge of character or..?" She smiled a little, but desperately wanted to indulge in a nosy questioning of the tiny plague. That tiny 'no' had raised more questions than answers.

She drummed her fingers against her staff. She would have to get going soon to make it to her meeting. Finally, she sighed. "I'm part of the Fellowship, though. Do you hate me, Tiiffan?"

Virali smiled at his jump. Terrowin really was a funny man: awfully timid for his size. If she were tall, would she be louder? Some of her friends at Knotwood had called her Mouse, both because of her size and that she 'squeaked' a lot. She hadn't heard that nickname in a while. Her shoulders tight, she shrugged, suddenly feeling an unwelcome surge of nostalgia. Eyebrows knitted, she plucked at some of the embroidery on her tunic. At Tiffan's words, however, he looked up, her mouth a small moue of curiosity.

"Are other mages mean? I like most of them. I'm glad you think I'm nice, though. You're nice, too, Tiffan." Virali smiled at the small Plague. "The mages, especially here, in such a melting pot, have this amazing sense of fellowship, you know. You never feel lonely. You should go meet some of them sometime!" She patted Tiffan lightly on the head, with just two fingers.

"Oh no," she said softly, glancing outside. She twisted her body to look at Mylle. "I might have to leave without those boots. I have just remembered I have an appointment later..." she trailed off apologetically.