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Tiziri	It might be morning, but Tiziri has the look of one who had a long day. Or hasn't even gone to bed yet. She's found a place by the roadside to sit on a box, and has a bowl of local firenoodles in her hands, along with eating sticks - they're probably pretty intense too from the red color of the oil and flakes on them. A mug of something else set on the box beside her. She's looking over the morning crowd with curiosity, watching everyone pass though not focusing on anyone in particular. It seems to be just about watching as anything else. The blue haired woman's spear is leaning against the box to her side, the blade covered with a sheath.
Misa	There are any number of reasons Misa might be in Great Forks- but not usually this early in the morning. It seems she is leaving bright and early however, as she walks along the streets with purpose in her steps and a sizable bag wrapped around her chest. A fairly standard, inexpensive affair, the sort one might carry basic supplies and the like in. She slows to a stop at the sight of a familiar face- and unusual hair colour- as she passes by. A quirk of the brow before she speaks up- well, as up as she ever speaks. "Well, good morning. Quite the... aggressive way to break one's fast, if I may be so bold."
Tiziri	Tiziri holds up her chopsticks and says sagaciously languidly. "One person's breakfast is another's late night drinking snack." A pause to take a bite before she ends up giggling tiredly. "Or a good way to kick yourself awake. Or... yeah. It's a drinking snack. To help keep me awake. I love noodles after drinking. Just hate the difficult decision on if I should stay up now or get some sleep." She slurps some more up. "So how are you?"
Misa	"Some sort of celebration or such?" asks Misa, head tilting a little after the story of the drinking. "I am well enough. Spent an evening in the city after some travel, and am now about to return to my vague attempt at a dojo," she says, a little wryness in her tone and a light smirk accompanying. She adjusts the strap over her shoulder, glancing down at her own items before looking back to Tiziri. "If I recall your vigor when we sparred, it must have been quite the drink."
Tiziri	"You know how it goes." Tiziri says, "One minute you're walking home from supper. The next you run into some festival or another, and things start to get a bit blurry from there. Drinks, food, merry making, poetry contests, dancing..." She seems mirthful enough all the same. Then shrugs. "But no, not so much the drink. More the morning thing. I do like getting some sleep, and morning isn't my friend." She yawns again, then takes some more noodles to eat, that fiery spice seeming to help. "But I love how this city can draw you into things like that, it makes it feel so alive."
Misa	A shift to a fainter smile from Misa, and she shakes her head. "I've never been much for festivities. Perhaps dull of me, but... never quite landed with me. I could not explain." "I am glad you enjoyed, all the same. I am myself freshly returned from a trip, albeit last evening moreso than today. And then I took to an inn for the night- thankfully in a relatively quiet portion of the city."
Tiziri	"There's times that's a rare gift." Tiziri says about the quiet inn, slurping some more noodles afterwards. Then a little more pointedly the young woman casts her voice a little softer. "I don't suppose it was a meeting with anyone important was it? Perhaps about some... mutually understood issues?" Seems Tizi has moved a bit beyond small talk now, though leaving things veiled if only a bit. It is public after all.
Misa	There's a shift in Misa's posture and face at the question, and her brow furrows slightly a moment later. "I... would call that accurate. Someone who helped defend my life during a particularly vulnerable moment. We spar, from time to time. And I suppose of late, I developed a way to practice her... peculiar style of martial arts despite not possessing any particularly notable blades to utilize it with. Which she perhaps did not teach me directly, but that is another topic of conversation perhaps."
Tiziri	There's a thoughtful look on Tiziri's face as Misa describes little bits about her mentor. Though otherwise she seems to remain pretty relaxed, slurping more noodles - they are close to gone by now. "Interesting." The blue haired spearwoman says. "Anything of note come out of it for you, aside from Martial Arts styles? I dare say my own investigations have led to being told to find out myself." She laughs a bit. "Which is pretty much what I expected, but my own mentor was at least glad to hear about things. For all I'm supposed to keep at it."
Misa	"Well, much the same as usual- encouragements to go out and push my limits, test my skills, put life on the line, induce more learning and improvement. Almost caricature, the ferocity with which it is espoused," she notes with another small smirk, shaking her head again. "I do sometimes wonder at what the motives involved may be, but it is hard to deny that I would likely not be alive if not for her. So I try not to examine the teeth too closely, so to speak."
Tiziri	Tiziri actually giggles at that, a bit heartily at that. "Sounds about right." From the looks of her she's not surprised either. "That's the thing, let the kids do the work. Right?" More giggling. "Though truthfully, I get some of the logic. Power attracts power. If they moved too overtly, it would draw other attention. Better we continue as we were until such a time there is no choice. Ideally, we figure it out and learn something in the process."
Misa	"I think it may be more for its own sake, in my case," says Misa wryly, chuckling faintly. "The thrill and development of it. I will admit, it can be intoxicating. Though I have not felt my life was at risk in... some time, truth be told. Perhaps I ought've been more involved in... whatever happened in the shadowland," she muses. She shrugs it off for the moment. "Perhaps I'll go myself, anyways, see what danger comes of it."
Tiziri	Tiziri finishes off her noodles and sets the container aside for the moment. She stretches her hands above her head before she nods. "There's a lot of things there could be, it's true." She agrees. "Going yourself is probably never wise." Tiziri advises then. "At least if there's options. Safetly in numbers and all. Thrill of risk or not.
Misa	"Well, some might argue I could stand to live a little less wisely. Fairly dull, I am, for the sort of... person I am, in some respects," Misa counters, shaking her head a little. "It is an idle musing, more than anything. Perhaps causing trouble in the hundred kingdoms would be more my speed? It is hard to say. New to this, in many ways."
Tiziri	Tiziri continues to grin amusedly at this. "Well, causing trouble is something one can do, for sure. But the real issue? I think most of us are pretty new to this. The ones who aren't? They're the ones a bit jaded and slow to do much of anything. They've seen it all already. Sort of. We're still seeing it. But we should definitely find things to do, I believe."
Misa	"Truth be told, part of it is simply... I wish to explore the limits of what this... state of being has done to my martial prowess. Sparring with peers is one thing... getting context in the world at large is yet another. If that makes any sort of sense." She exhales softly, glancing down the road a moment. "Have you had similar thoughts, I wonder? Just to see how far it can be taken."
Tiziri	"Of coruse, I've even experienced a bit of it. It's part of being a wanderer." Tiziri says. "And I had a few different scares in my life since too. Difficult fights. The first with help, but I had to deal with things myself too." She sounds a little more sad about this. "But a journey will definitely test you, it always finds a way. And remember, a journey need not even mean you leave home sometimes. I spent over a year with my mentor, learning many things, and that tested me in so very, very many ways."
Misa	"Perhaps, but at the same time... there is part of me, now, that likes the thought of facing down armies and the like. Certainly numbers on my side would be -safer-, but... less challenging as well, in a sense." She shrugs at that, head shaking. "Perhaps I ramble now, though. Certainly things will come, and I have not minded having so many sparring partners. We shall have to repeat our match at some point, perhaps."
Tiziri	"Perhaps. Yes." Tiziri says, nodding. "Just be sure if you're going to face down an army you have a good plan. Or know what you're doing. My style is particularly well made for such, as you've probably gathered. It's how I dealt with one of those especially awkward moments during my journies." She purses her lips. Then grins impishly, "Well, one of the ways. I have more than a few tricks."
Misa	"I know some three styles at this juncture- I am sure I can find a solution in at least one. The one I grew up with, certainly, I could cut my way through quite some number of people before they had a moment to react," Misa responds, ponderous for a moment. "But, yes, certainly I would take some care. Actually wear what little armour I have, at least, as a precaution." She glances down at her pack again for a moment. "But well, you are welcome at any juncture you would like a repeat of our bout. I should make my way if I am to arrive 'home' by the sunset. Have you a fine day, Tiziri," she notes before turning to make her way off.
Tiziri	"You as well." Tiziri says, "And there's a wonderful coffee stand on the way out if you want a drink for the road. It does something with the flavors that is really quite envigorating." She suggests. "Have a nice trip back! I'll visit again sometime indeed."