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Vasani Mubdia	It's a fine mid afternoon in Great Forks- the skies are bright, but occasional mild showers of rain strike suddenly dissapearing as quickly as they appear. One such shower is just starting now, driving various people out and about on the streets to take a moments refuge. One such person is Vasani- she had been in the district on a little business meeting, but being caught in the sudden shower she has retreated into one of the local tea houses. Deciding to make the most of her little detour, she's elected to find herself somewhere to sit and take tea rather than simply milling about at the eave.
Misa	Call it serendipity, ill fortune, or something in between- but an old local legend from another lifetime walks into this house not long after. Expression neutral and reserved, her attire just slightly wet from the weather she's retreated from, the victor of a recent well-worth-noting match in the arena's present grand tournament of martial prowess may ring a bell. Though the news from the tournament named her Misa, the woman mathces almost precisely the descriptions and illustrations used when attempting to hunt down a fresh anathema that somehow escaped holy Kamthahar itself. A foreigner by appearance- and official stories- though quieter rumours linked the Forsaken to a small scandal in a sub-family of Clan Ophris. Truly, if one was familiar with Ophris Zehra, famed wyld hunter and cult investigator... one could see hints of resemblance, despite the Lookshyan look. The expression, the set of the lips, a trace of the silhouette of the face, and a rather similar body structure. For the moment, however, the woman simply sits- taking just about the simplest of green teas the house has available and setting her two short swords aside.
Amilar Ereyo	Amilar Ereyo Not too long after the other two drenched women have fled the downpour, the door to the teahouse opens once more, and a third one appears - more than a little drenched, she hovers at the entrance for a bit, using a towel helpfully provided by the staff to rub down her hair, preventing it from dripping all over the floor. Judging by the way Ereyo peers around, she's obviously never been inside this particular establishment. After considering her options, she finally approaches the bar with heavy steps, accompanied by whirring sounds from her left leg. She orders black tea with generous amounts of sugar, then peers at the other patrons. Viewed up close, her features are recognizably Lookshyan. The way the air moves close to her, seemingly of its own accord, hints at her Exalted nature. When her gaze passes Misa, she frowns, then doubles down and gives the woman a second, closer look.
Vasani Mubdia	Vasani casts a casual glance over as Misa joins the bar, and then back to her tea. And then back to Misa. Her eyes widen a touch after this double take, and then she looks back to her own tea- yellow and fragrant and spiced. She looks back to Misa finally, and says, "Apologies. Have we met somewhere before?" she asks her. The Whirring noise does attract her attention for a moment, and she casts a glance over her shoulde towards Ereyo, but only a glance, as her attention returns to Misa as she waits for an answer.
Misa	Though her eyes are on her cup for the most part, they do flick over to Vasani for just a moment at the address. The pauses a moment, considering- almost tensing slightly. "I am afraid I do not believe so, no. My apologies, to disappoint." Okay there's -definitely- a tensing as there's a second set of eyes on her, and her head swivels to the Lookshyan even as she shrinks back in her seat slightly. "I... perhaps both of you were at the arena the other evening when I fought? It seemed to garner some attention."
Amilar Ereyo	Ereyo's face lights up with recognition, violet eyes sparking. She is seated just to the left of Vasani. "Of course! I knew I've seen you before. You are Misa, aren't you?" Her Riverspeak is unmistakably coated in the distinct Lookshyan dialect. "You left quite the impression. The crowd went wild. Oh, what an incredible fight that was..." She trails off, then flashes Vasani a sincerely apologetic smile. "I'm really sorry... I didn't want to steal the conversation from you. Please, don't mind me."
Vasani Mubdia	"Oh, I don't go to the arena." Vasani says, offering a dismissive gesture with one of her hands- the motion causes her bangles to jangle softly- and the slight shake of her head sets the discs of metal hanging from her numerous ear piercings tinkling. "Misa?" she asks, looking back to Ereyo, and then towards Misa again. "No, I don't think that was it." she says- clearly wracking her brain for a while. Suddenly, her expression shifts- something seems to click behind her eyes. "You're right, I must be mistaken." she tells Misa- "You just look similar to someone I've seen before." she offers, and takes a sip of her tea. Her gaze returns to Ereyo, "It's quite alright." she offers with a light smile. "I didn't realize I was talking to a local celebrity."
Misa	A soft snort from the maybe-Lookshyan woman, and she shakes her head slightly as she settles forward again. Though with a closer look, her skin's a smidge dark for lookshy too. A soft rustle of her layered robes as the tension eases. "Celebrity seems... a little much. It was simply my first noteworthy match- not even a final or such. My opponent had had the good fortune to prevail against an overconfident Dragonblood, and I had the good fortune to defeat her. Simple as that. But- yes. Hanase Misa." She waves it off- but glances over at Vasani once more, some kind of glimmer of... something in the eye for a moment or two as she looks over the other woman's attire and bearing.
Amilar Ereyo	The Dragon-Blooded appears to be momentarily distracted by the assortment of tinkling decorations on Vasani's person, whom she inspects without even attempting to hide her faszination. This is accompanied by a hasty sip from her still quite hot tea. After satisfying her curiosity, her gaze finally returns to Misa, and she offers a firm, respectful nod. "I'm Amilar Ereyo. Do you, uh... are you willing to sign autographs?" If Ereyo notices the strange tension between the other women, she gives no sign of it. The excitement upon meeting Misa face-to-face seems to have gotten the better of her.
Vasani Mubdia	Vasani responds to the scrutiny from Misa with a knowing smile, and then sets her teacup down. "Vasani Mubdia. Engineer, in service to the three." she introduces herself. And as she does, she holds her left hand with the palm up, fingers slightly cupped, and the other straight and vertical at a right angle to it, fingers upwards. A simple mudra, and a common greeting in certain cities in the southeast. "It is good to meet both of you." The Dragon-Blooded's enthusiasm seems to amuse Vasani, as her smile remains as she takes her cup and sips it once more. "I take it you are a fan of the arena, then?" she asks Ereyo. "I find I have little time for it, myself, and I've never been particularly interested in sports and games."
Misa	If the excitement set Misa a little off-kilter, the request for an autograph practically conjures an image of gears turning in her head for a brief, somewhat stunned moment. "I... suppose? It would be a new thing, to me. I did not especially go looking for fame- just to test and improve. Perhaps find a prospective student or two." She exhales, looking over to Vasani another moment. Another glimmer- recognition perhaps- at the hand sign. "And-- yes. A pleasure to meet you both, I think."
Amilar Ereyo	Unlike Misa, Ereyo gives no sign of recognition at the sight of Vasani's gesture. Still, she knows a greeting when she sees it, and responds with a polite nod while bringing up both arms in front of her chest, elbows out and parallel to the floor. Where her hands meet, she makes a fist with the right and places the palm of her left on top. "I'm not participating, but it's amazing entertainment. You should go there if you have time. Trying out something new is always worth it." As soon as Misa announces her willingness - at least in theory - to comply with Ereyo's request, the dragon beams at her. A hand slips into her leather satchel, eagerly rummaging around until she finds what she has been looking for: A small leather-bound notebook with pages made of rice paper, and a sharpened charcoal pen. She offers both to Misa, now grinning with excitement. "I know it's a bit improvised, but I would be honored."