[color=00a651][center][h3]Meirin Kurenai[/h3][/center][/color]

All those things sounded wonderful to do... If Meirin wasn't wearing this dress. While it hung a little loose around the shoulders, it was actually quite tight and form-fitting, making it hard for her to move. She wouldn't even be able to use most of her weaving motions due to how restrictive the heavy dress is on her legs. She wouldn't mind talking a walk, though she couldn't move quite as fast in this dress as she normally could,\. She would be willing to swim if her body wasn't completely sore right now, and might get even more sore if she did something as full-body as swimming. The flying and dinner sound nice, though Meirin wasn't hungry right now. 

She was starting to have second thoughts about dressing up, knowing that if she had simply worn her normal attire she could have done almost everything with him. Instead she dressed herself up in these weighty garments that made her about as useful as a glass doll. She hasn't even done anything and she was starting to sweat a little in her robes. Meirin especially felt a little sad after hearing ssarak compliment the dress at first, but question why she would wear it. She didn't know if he meant why she would wear this dress, or why she was trying to dress up in the first place. Either way it seemed like he didn't really like it. But she would endure and make due, taking note of what she would need to do next time. 

[color=00a651]"Oh, I just wanted to try something a bit different. I'll admit I'm not quite used to these clothes yet, but I didn't want it to gather dust in my closet so, here I am! Anyways, I wouldn't mind going for a flight. I wish I could do it myself, but... I like being carried by you."[/color]

[color=fff79a][center][h3]Myrn Vaan'Atisha[/h3][/center][/color]

Myrn was still bandaged up from her wounds against the Ridge Hounds. She insisted that she was fine, but the healers kept telling her to keep her bandages on and apply the medicine when she changed bandages. She wasn't one to go against a doctor's orders, but she found the entire process to be tedious. Fortunately she was at least healthy enough to get back to fighting, though she probably couldn't battle anything without reopening her wounds. So between classes and work, Myrn often just practiced her swordplay in the air to stay in shape.

But that wasn't the only thing she did. As a Vaan'Dred it was her obligation to learn more about the world's lore and weave it into songs and stories. And while hasn't yet actually made any of her own, she still did travel the world to learn about various cultures and secrets. The college seemed like the perfect place to operate since it was a veritable treasure trove of ancient histories and magic, but it was more than that. It was a magnet of the strange, exotic, and dangerous. Which brings Myrn to the naga.

Myrn had heard of the naga before, the snake-like people of Yarosmere. She has seen their goods from traveling merchants, their imagery in art, a knew a little about their fighting style by various mercenaries. But until she came to the college, she's never [i]seen[/i] an actual naga before. Mar was the first, but she wasn't the last. When the nagas from the catacombs were allowed to stay at the college, Myrn wasted no time gathering up all the paper and ink she could get to interview each naga. Myrn wasn't afraid of them, in the sense that unlike some others, their reptilian features and general attitude didn't repulse her. If her short analysis from Mar was any indication, some people may think that Naga's are naturally aggressive and unpleasant. But that was obviously untrue, because despite being a total stranger the nagas were willing to let Myrn interview them.

At first she only spoke to those who had the time to spare, and only a few questions before they had to leave. But over the two weeks, Myrn has been able to curry some favor with the naga, talking to some very important figures. Myrn was going to speak to a few of them today. With any luck, she may even get to question the matriarch. So Myrn proceeded to the courtyard where the Nagas were staying at, her pen and paper ready to write down the answers to her questions. When she arrived she shouted out and announced herself. [color=fff79a]"Hello! It's me, Myrn! I came to ask a few more questions!"[/color]