<strong>Name:</strong>Shiru Tasmi (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1316232)<br/><strong>Stats:</strong><strong>AC</strong>13;<strong>HP</strong>8/8<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Normal<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Currently unarmored, with her belt dagger.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ayanah, All | Open<br/><hr/><br/>By the time her story has come to an end, Shiru hopes to have at least amused people. She is amused enough, being taken by drink and enjoying the fact that she can have something more cheery to focus the entirety of her racing mind upon for the time being. The presence of Ayanah catches her attention as she is moving back toward her old seat, leading for Shiru to make an almost disastrous twirl upon her leather boot heels to spring in the direction of her sister and take the proffered seat. A quick look at Ayanah's face and she immediately feels a little bit guilty. She vaguely recalls that her sister wanted to discuss matters of economics before running off to the festival, but Shiru just couldn't help herself when she had woken up in the morning to the sound of the bustle of the crowd. A quick bow of her head to Ayanah and, even as another story is being told, Shiru leans over for a whisper. "Sorry... I know you wanted to talk about coin and all, but I just had to get away for a bit. I mean, it isn't a real crowd or anything... but doesn't it remind you a little of home?" It was hardly a proper apology, or a proper excuse... but it was true to Shiru!<br/><br/>Before waiting for a reply, the girl twirls in her chair and plants her hands firmly onto her lap, briefly enjoying the softness of the cotton before focusing on the matter of hand. She would enjoy today and Ayanah would just have to live with that fact. Of course, the stories start to take a twist in turn after a short while. Tales of pirate booty and a display that makes the Keleshite girl take a flushed face briefly give way to tales of mighty warrior tribes... which in turn give way to tales of terrible fey and the torment of hobgoblins. There was certainly no love lost with the latter, but the tales make her grimace and her face go pale for a moment before she replenishes the blush with another healthy drink of the honey mead.<br/><br/>"Bit... darker a subject matter than I was expecting... but I suppose you meet all kinds at a festival..."