(( Perception check -<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/328571">Seeing the things!</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+17</span><span style="font-weight: bold">36</span>Miku shall see ALL THE THINGS!!! >:3 ))<br/><br/>Settling comfortably into her spot between Eurikova and Aviana, Miku hums cheerily to herself, her spirits bolstered by the sizable meal she'd had just earlier that day, and of course the close proximity of her friends. Drumming her fingertips upon her once more flat belly (albeit perhaps just slightly softer than it had been, a softness that would likely be gone within a day or two), the cheery catgirl takes in the sights and sounds of the start of the underdark.<br/><br/><br/>...Truth be told, there were not many. The faint echoing slither of Eurikova's scales brushing against the cool stone floor, occasionally displacing a tiny pebble or the like. Jule's steps, each one bringing with it the sound of his armor and heavy footsteps. The softer padding of Aviana's feet, just barely audible over her own less-than-stealthy footfalls, each one making her heavier armor clank and tink in the dark. For sights, there was even less. Rocks. More rocks. Fungus. Dead fungus. Glowing fungus....<br/><br/>It did not take too terribly long for Miku to get bored, and look for other methods of keeping herself entertained on the trek. The touch of Aviana's tail against her thigh provided some small measure of amusement and comfort, and more than once Miku found herself lightly brushing her fingertips across the scaley appendage, idly murmuring "Draggie squeezes ARE pretty good squeezes..." There was a tiny hint of a playful tone in her voice, as if daring the smaller dragon to take another pounce at her, though whether that invitation was immediate or once they'd found somewhere to settle down and get some rest was competely up in the air.<br/><br/>Despite her lack of true attention, her ears continually flicker to and fro atop her head, swiveling and jerking towards every new sound, every slight various of an old one, or at times things that were hardly even perceived to be there. Her eyes also flit about, the light reflecting off of them making each glow seemingly from within, giving the large catgirl a sort of stranger, etherial quality that was both amusing and a little mesmerizing "Hum dee dum....its really, really dark down here. Wonder what all lives down here, other than elves! Nummy, nummy elves."