[[Yep! Really that unkempt looking. ^_^ Her general concept is a arrogant vaguely punk-ish rebel, when separated from species stuff, and someone who doesn't "waste" time looking perfectly kept because "obviously" she's already on another level to most people and "knows" that if she needs to wow someone she can just start singing... made sense to me! And yeah, being digested is generally super-fun, though this character isn't built to be so eager to get into a stomach and is in a lot more trouble if she does. ]]<br/><br/>There was one key lesson about magic that Misha had taught while pitching in to help the then-unfamiliar foxgirl. That lesson was, "It's a lot easier to magically influence someone's mind to make them jump off a pier into the ocean when you light their fur on fire first." Whether or not it was obvious that the two different songs she'd sung were two unique spells, she'd run through a few to clear a good path for Ryla before taking to the air herself. In truth, she wasn't that great an aviator even by her family's standards- she couldn't do any fancy maneuvers, couldn't usually manage to hover in place, but it was still a lot more graceful looking (and quick!) than the awkward shuffling wobble she was forced into when flying wasn't an option, moving on talons that were built to hold onto thick tree branches and not the ground. She stayed low and slow the rest of the way, and when the thugs stopped chasing she stopped lighting them on fire. It was a pretty mutually beneficial quid pro quo.<br/><br/>Of course, once they got some time to each other, Misha nad Ryla hit it off fairly well. Fighting together will do that, even if Misha hadn't really felt... threatened. (Whether or not she was, that was a different question.) "Of course I will," she drawls, keeping her wings close to her body for warmth. She'd put on a fairly nondescript gray tunic, figuring that she'd make enough of an impression to not need fancy clothing. "It'd be downright rude to leave you here alone- after all, those thugs might regather. And I could use a friend with the group we're meeting, I didn't get as much information as I'd like about how they're likely to work." She chuckles. "As for spotting them? No need to use magic. I just flap up over the high buildings every hour or so, and if there's a ship in the harbor the right size and shape we go down to the docks to meet them before they get too far dug into the 'beautiful' port facilities here. Saves on magic use and gets some exercise at the same time, yeah?" Though she'd been brushing a tail (and maybe saving some of the fur- harpies had an avian's instinct to make comfy nests/beds, after all) until the kitsune began to pace, she seems relaxed and stays seated. "Which is why I was near the docks. I saw a ship on the distant horizon, and I think it's them. We've got enough time to relax here for, oh, a few hours, but we should head down to the docks after that. I'll," she leaves out the word 'probably', "be able to recognize them and introduce myself before they get too far into town."<br/><br/>...indeed, some time later, Misha's wobbling down the dockside, keeping a weather eye on the sailors and merchants bustling around while waiting for her target ship's boats to come ashore carrying the people she's supposed to be watching.