"I don't pry at others past, as it gives me no sort of satisfaction. If there is something you wish to tell me, you may. If you wish on the other hand to remain silent, just aswell," she leaned against the desk, swirling the red liquid in the glass. She took a sip, she saved her wine for special occassions, usually preffering the strength of whiskey over the pallette of wine.<br/><br/>"This wine has been aged for nearly 200 years, I have been saving it," she stared into the glass, "But what's the use in saving something and never using it, right?" she asked, a smile returning to her face as she held up the glass, "To the memories of friends fallen, and the prospect of those anew."<br/><br/>Mika continued to sip her wine, savoring the flavor. She looked around her 'home' examining how dull everything seemed. Compared to her luxurious palace life, or even the life of many of her deciples, this would have been quite innadequate. There were three windows, one on each wall, minus the wall with the door. They seemed very dull, as they had not been properly cleaned in a long time, one was badly cracked. The boards of the shack were poorly put together, the cracks between them allowing the cool autumn wind to enter, sending a chill up and down Mika's delicate body.