When Zephyr asked for the behaviour of Mirri's rather wasteful gold-tossing, the fey only shrugged while looking to see where her precious allowance landed, perched on Parin's shoulder while the Vulpari tried to recover from the blush wrought from the cheeky fae's words, in-intelligible as they may be, they still had a clearly visible effect on the vulpine girl. If Parin had heard or even listened to Zephyr's question, she clearly wasn't going to answer. Face still covered by her palms, she takes deep and slow breaths to recompose herself, the vulparii trying to shut herself off from the ruckus and noise all around and silently cursing her fine hearing that brought her such discomfort in this place.<br/><br/>Ogun's strange voice roused both the fey and the vulparii from their respective distractions. The little fey puffs up her chest while standing as tall as she can on her snake tail. The compliment from the giant clearly quite to the liking of the prideful creature.<span style="color: green">"Yes! Mirri is best! Both best name and best Mirri!" </span>Finally turning to look at the armored giant, Parin moved her hands away from her flustered cheeks, stroking the freckled skin while speaking.<span style="color: blue">"Parin Sevarine of the Tyrus line. Really, it's fine, I don't need a drink and your voice is just... just...."</span>The foxgirl's voice ran out of strength before she could finish her sentence as she stared at Ogun in wide-eyed silence. Only just now having taking in the sight of the massive fellow.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">"Parin? Not ves tas?"</span>The fey spoke as she prodded Parin to draw her out of her stupor, to no avail. The vulparii's hand touched Ogun's breastplate unbidden as she traced the tips of her fingers over some faded markings on his armor. Transfixed, Parin fails to notice her rather rude intrusion of the giant's personal space until Zephyr spoke up again, making the foxgirl withdraw her hand with a blush and an uncomfortable cough.<b> “Are we ever going to get used to that? Or will it always feel like my heads a banana every time you speak? You my friend are quite something aren't you? A half elf? An Ogre?"</b>Parin remained awkwardly silent while the masked man made his guesses, nervously clutching the edge of her chair while Zephyr invited himself to the 'conversation' between her and the giant.<br/><br/>Mirri, ofcourse, was less of a social downer. Zephyr's jovially infected the overexcited fae, and she gladly joined in with guesses.<span style="color: green">"Fat elf! Stout Dvergar, or maybe fey, yes! Very big!"</span>She exclaimed eagerly.<b>“Do you want to live in a big suit like that?”</b>Her head snapped to look at Zephyr, eyes wide and twinkling as some seven-year old girl who just got offered a princess dress and castle.<span style="color: green">"Nu fan roh! Yes! Yes! Mirri would be big and stompy! Naw! Naw! Spellbeams!"</span>The fey was almost leaping in glee at the suggestion. Punctuating her words with gestures that despite their excitedness, failed to fully translate whatever was happening in the pixie's fantasy. Even with the creature's best attempt at making stompy noises.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>