Eventually showing up herself was Miriko which would not shock anyone else that she eventually show up here. After all each season brought Miriko no idea to work on and create. So as such Miriko found these area the most interesting to do such work.

Bundled up in various blankets and coats, Miriko was trying to deal with how she got cold easily, but she was wearing white at this time because well, Why not change your outfit colour every once and a while. Alistair had be sitting while Miriko collected supplies out for this venture for she was here at the Ice Palace to get a drawing for the building from the outside.

Mind you at this time her planning was kind of horrible at this time as for she was close to the building when she was intending a landscape drawing of it. She already had to consider moving, At least for the moment she was still some what thinking over if she was draw or paint it in the end.

Then while she was choosing, She let out a horribly loud sneeze. She was slightly miserable in this cold and it was not her best element to work in.

Fiore never stopped being a curious place for Jikan. A mix of cultures and visitors, an intertwining scale of differentb sides on different subjects. And now, this little place called Winter Wonderland. Well, little wouldn't be the correct adjective to describe. Still, it was a wonder how Jikan had never seen such a place before in her years living and exploring in the country of Fiore. Or at least heard of this place.

When Jikan stepped off of the Polar express two words were the only things really on her mind. Festive, and beautiful. Wrapped in a thick white coat with an underlined black jacket, with a scarf tucked in. She was as snug as a bug! Darker colors were in for her, had to hold in as much heat as possible after all. Mia was with her, decked in her Christmas outfit ready for a ho ho ho down and jolly time.

As she wondered around with Mia, the two eventually managed to see Miriko and Alistair. A sneeze was heard, did someone have a cold? Jikan blinked as the two of them came over...was that...a mountain of blankets?

Reaching over a figure came out of it, well a head popping out and a busy busy hand at work. A sigh came from Jikak as she stopped beside Alsitar. "Miriko.... you...may need some more layering there", Jikan said with a soft wave of her hand. A purple fire forming in her hand that she took care to keep away from any blowing wind or Miriko's supplies . "Hiiiii Alistaaaaair", said Mia as she walked over to greet her fellow feline before dropping and vanishing in a layer of snow that was deeper than she thought.

Miriko seemingly was trying to come to terms that no matter how many things she tried to do keep herself warm she was not really having a good time at managing that. But before anything else Alistair looking what happen to Mia just used his paw and pulled the little one of the snow. So far neither of them really said all that much because, Well both focused on their other things at the time.

But it eventually there would be a bit of a sigh about the events that have been starting to unfold before her it did take a bit to start over all talking, only because well she was cold and trying to work and thus being this wat she was kind of in her own state of mind at the time."Could have sworn it was enough."In which she was she assumed it was enough when it was enough since well it was just how Miriko worked, She thought she had enough and well she was just almost eternally cold in some manner.

But it was just what she would have to deal with."I should have brought mitts and another scarf."She was maybe considered a few other things rather then what she came here to work on in the first place, But at least Miriko knew in the end she would live overall.

Cough cough cough. Mia went as she felt herself being lifted out of the snow. Body and clothing covered in a soft fluffy coat of white that made it seem that she was a snow woman. The only none white colored thing visible, were Mia's big sharp and yet round cat eyes. These said eyes looked up at Alistair before blinking a thankful nod.

The purple vibrant flame glowed in Jikan's hand. The winter clothed red headed visitor of Fiore gazed at the ill prepared painter with a soft rosy color starting to form on her cheeks. A by product of the chilly and cold air. It was a wonder how Miriko decided to come here...well, dressed like this for the weather. It would not do. The sigh coming from the brown haired Gothic painter only made this more of a fact in Jikan's mind. A tired and cold sigh.

A worker's passion was never something to underestimate if it was there, but this type of tunnel vision was getting dangerous. Lack of proper sleep was bad enough but Miriko was pretty much about to freeze her butt off all because of art! The first words coming from Miriko's voice did not bring joy or a butterfly feeling within Jikan as normal, but a scowl on her face. Taking a soft step forward to bring the warmth from the flame in her hand a little bit closer. "Oh dearie, you have to properly layer. That stuff is unorganized, it won't keep in heat or the cold out. Nor does it look like it is covering you everywhere", Jikan said taking a step around looking Miriko up and down.

No no no. The fabric did not look thick enough for the most part, and she did not have some places covered. Miriko really made Jikan want to groan here... She did sigh though, one caring and a bit tired with disbelief. Using her other hand Jikan undid the scarf tucked into her shirt and spoke, "alright, come here Miriko", Jikan said before flipping the clothe around Miriko's neck and pulling her a tad closer if allowed. "You must do better. You being cold is not acceptable to me, no, to getting sick you silly painter". It was a bit calm but still stern, her voice a bit a blend of care and correction. "Now, if you will let me. I'll fix the placements of some of these blankets and coats. It won't make you warm I think, it will at least keep you from getting colder though...".

There was something about it, being spoken to that way she just kind of seemed uninterested in being talked to about how she was taking care of herself and being prepared."No, I will be okay I just need continue on."At least she did not sound to sleep this time she just wanted to work it was just how normal she worked, Miriko would just keep trying to be stubborn about it. Even fixing her attire in what she thought would work for her a bit better, Then she put on her glasses and seemed to think about what she was doing.

Which was answering questions while attempting to draw, it was a bit rough and seemed rather poor because well her hands where making more broken zig zag patterns more then anything else. It did not seem like Miriko was starting to make or form what she was intending but she was still trying anyway."I will be fine."She mentioned as she was still just continuing on like normal paying no over all mind.

Now however Miriko was staring to sound a bit grumpy because some one was just trying hard to impose themselves when she thought otherwise it was good."No...ill be fine."She was slightly more stubborn about it because she more wanted to work when she was comfortable at the time. It was risky because a part of her knew she shouldn't be that way.

Shakey shake shaaaaaake went Mia's small body hidden underneath the white snow. Flakes, puffs, and pieces of the frozen liquid slipped off of her body and fluffy coat. Flying in the air with a random carefree abandonment at her efforts to clean herself off. To the right to the right to the right to the right, to the left to the left to the left to the left. Right kick left kick, right kick left kick. Then turned herself all around, all the way in a twirl. Where the snow went as it cleared off of her, who knows. But soon when she opened her eyes again hopefully she would find out.

Back by Jikan and Miriko, it seemed Jikan's attempt of care had had its opposite effect. Perhaps it was a bit un-welcomed talking to Miriko about needing to take care of herself. She was an adult after all, and no adult would ever be in the mood to be talked to about needing to do this or that. If anything when Jikan finished talking about it it seemed that Miriko was uninterested about it. A strange fact due to Jikan believing should be taking care of one's body like a temple and being prepared for the things one had to face. Like. Cold. Weather. She knew how Miriko was about her work fully well by now, but still. Well, at least Miriko fixed the layering by herself, glasses on too; cute bonus as well. Miriko heard Jikan's concerned and fixed it maybe?

Gifted scarf held out in her hand, Jikan looking on with a sigh and tilted head down in a 'oh you are so so stubborn' look as Miriko gave her answers to Jikan's questions. What was this action and attitude, it was like Miriko was a child. She was talking while attempting her drawing, one that was very different from the normal charm and grace in her strokes. It was rough, it was broken and shaking. Whatever she was trying to make seemed to not be coming out so to speak in the picture she was trying to create. She was determined though that made Jikan like this whole situation a little bit; respect. Even if she was ignoring the conditions of her environment with the weather, continuing on like normal as if nothing was chilly.

It was not an intended imposition on her, more of an encouragement aid. But it might as well have been that case. For Miriko's mood was becoming more and more grumpy with it all. And it was becoming easier to hear in her voice. Was this a stubbornness of anger, determination, or a flick of childish light in her character? Either way Miriko said she would be fine, and although Jikan did not believe so, she had to let her do as she wished. Guess she would just standing by being a fireplace and helping Miriko if the time came.

"Okay Miriko. I hear you. I will just stay here and help keep you warm then if you will let me", she said in a defeated sign. A thin layer of her own stubbornness in her voice as well as she spoke. She just hoped that Miriko wouldn't caused herself harm in her extreme ways. Placing her scarf back around her own shoulders, Jikan kept the fire in her hand going, using her mana as fuel to increase the heat and brightness that it gave off. She took a quick glance at Miriko's hands, wondering and trying to see if they were cold. To her none surprise, no gloves. A testament to Miriko's philosophy at feeling her art material fully unfiltered. A good trait to be one with art...bad in facing weather and work environments.

The more fun part at least in some manner was Alistair did see this all coming, the only person who really suffered in the end was really Miriko and she knew she would be the one suffering the most. Alistair just knew it was best to let Miriko know she was only hurting herself. But Alistair would carry the tiny Mia over to Jikan and put her on Jikan's head. Then Alistair whisper to Jikan."Let her learn the hard way, She is stubborn in her own way."Almost like Alistair had been in this situation before.

But it would be a good thing for most parties, it would show Jikan that Miriko not only had her flaws and things she needed to learn. But a test to see who one deals with her some times worrying behaviour. Miriko already trying to overcome her own problems at the time with her own force of will was not doing that well. But ever there was a key to learning for Miriko worked commonly around her the most it was that big fluffy cat that spoke. Maybe not all was horrible in the end, Unless some one did not wanna talk to Alistair.

Fun was fun. And for Jikan at least this was definitely not fun. Mia, was having fun though, a little bit. Letting the snow shake off of her to smack into Alistair a little bit. It was all going over her head in the severity of things. Not due to her not knowing, but due to her not really caring extremely about it. When Alistair came up and picked her up she just relaxed and let herself be carried. She did not know Miriko really, only as much as Jikan maybe. The encyclopedia of this human was Alsitair, who had been very calm untiiiilll-

She felt herself be lifted in the air and looked up. Oh, Alistair was carring her. Hmmmmmhmmm...Okay then. She would see what he was up to. It was a short travel before she was placed on top of Jikan's head. The flurry softness causing confused blinks from Jikan who turned her head half around before looking up. "Hey don't ask me. I am just enjoying the ride", Mia said in a very i am not involved in this tone.

Jikan was ready to ask Alistair what he was up to when he began to speak. Whispering to her that was a bit hard to do but, with her luck. It was probably best to listen to him. He knew Mimi the best out of all of them after all. But still..."But Alistair, what if she gets sick. Or messes up a finger permanently due to frostbite?", Jikan whispered back in concern.

Really, letting one face the consequences of their actions was a normal thing she was all for. But, she had grown to learn that that was a veeeeery hard thing when it came to people she genuinely cared about. Mia, her adopted kids....Miriko. Was a whole different thing. She wanted to let them explore, grow. But she also had a protective streak that she just could not shake. It was hard. Letting her be stubborn in this situation and potentially hurt herself. She was not the type to be controlling though.

She would never be that.

As annoying as this potentially was, it did show Jikan a bit about Miriko. Maybe about herself as well. Flaws and traits. The challenge here was how would, and how should, Jikan deal with this worrying behavior of hers? For now, her hand flame would continue with a bit of a shift to get closer to Miriko.

Mia, on the other hand whispered down to Alistair from Jikan's head, "psssssh.....sooooo....she really head strong about this hmm? Jikan may fret if she shivers or her hands get stiff". Jikan joined in this whisper too, a bit of her fretting already showing in her voice as she talked as softly as possible. "Alistair....you must have some advice here? Or a way to try and get her to move to a warmer place while continuing her work?".

It was an interesting to pose to Alistair about  the cold and having her work effected. She want advice and if anything Alistair was more than willing to give her some of that even if Mia was just having casual fun and playful ways of being with him around. Alistair in some manner seemed to always be able to deal with these things because he was just old and knew how young ones acted, hence why Alistair always knew what to do in these matters. Also in some manner it was also because of how just many years one must have to watch a person for. maybe in this case Miriko worked in very strange ways compared to other people and surely it was lessons to be had."One does not move a boulder in place."he would mention to start with most likely because it was just a silly way of saying Miriko was most likely not going to let her guard down.

Rather he would mention."Just wait until she realizes, she will not get her work done in this state, Childish way to go about it yes...but it is how she learns right now."So it was best suggested she waited, but most likely had to wonder how many times Alistair might have had to see this situation."Miriko always attempts to push some kind of limit, She also is a woman who is focus on her short comings as well." So to piece together how Miriko might be thinking, Miriko was thinking that fact she was feeling the cold and it was effecting her when she very well knew she did not handle the weather well as a sign of weakness she needed to overcome even if it was a bit too rough this way.

Thus it seemed Miriko was stuck trying to draw when she should not to just finished something because there was art to be hard she was just stubborn pointlessly to a manner in which was childish and in some manner silly.

Whispering and really lost about this whole situation, Jikan had sought out the aid from Miriko's pet / guardian. Surely he had something to say about her trying to work out in the cold in this type of attire. Thankfully, Alistair was more than willing to give Jikan something to chew on. The playful and calm Mia, somewhat of a rare sight stayed on top of Jikan's head as she shifted to point her ear towards Alistair. Ready to listen as well to the words he prepared to speak. From the manner that he spoke, it was likely that this was a road that he had been down with Miriko many many times. Life when it came to working with how Miriko was with her art.

He looked like a young cat filled with vigor, the hidden age and wisdom within him unknown to Jikan and Mia. The learned ways of how Miriko was and how to deal with her for her betterment still largely unknown to Jikan. A plenitude of situations was under his belt when it came to Miriko working hard and long on art. Often....not in the smart or best way either.

"Okay, I got you", she said hearing the start to what he was saying. One could force a stubborn person to do something. But that would only cause resentment, and more likely than not. Not prevent them from making the same decision in the future. Alone and by themselves. One needed to get burned to learn the factors of fire sometimes. It was reluctant. But Miriko was just going to have to deal with working out in the cold, a little fire here to provide some worth at least. Nevertheless, this was not going to be easy for the brown haired artist.

She let out a sign, letting a hand come behind her head as she let out a tiresome scratch. "Guess we have to wait then. But, as unlikely as this is, what if she endures and finishes it? She would likely do this again in the future then", Jikan said pointing out a potential issue for later down the road. Well, if he was offering this idea then it must not have happened yet. Should she rely on Alistair's luck though? Mia and Jikan nodded their heads as Alistair continued. "A woman with a lot of determination. But also very hard on herself huh?". She said feeling a little bit kindled with this information. As well as a bit more patient finding this out strangely. Goals and wishes where a person wanted to be was a personal thing; a never ending tough juggle within themselves. At times, this did cause people to act...difficult.  If Miriko wanted to try to overcome this challenge then Jikan supposed she would have to just be here to make sure she didn't drop due to the cold then or became stiff as a board. "Miriko, let me know if you need something okay?".

"So tough and worrisome...", Mia said turning to see Miriko paint after getting the just from Alistair. Jikan did not speak, waiting there with her fre nearby trying to provide warmth in the minutes that followed. She watched how Miriko breathed and how her body moved, occasionally, she would think about speaking. Often times deciding to let Miriko focus until a time came to do so.

It seemed some what the point was able to be understood, Miriko had to learn that she could not just deal with the things before and press on. In some manner Miriko was fair stronger mentally then maybe her looks might seem but it was conditional."You think too highly of Miriko in any weather that isn't an extreme amount of hot or cold."Alistair mentioned, yes she was stubborn but alas Miriko was not a woman made to be able to handle weather all that well. After all her attire never changed, She never was able to handle the cold well. Just think maybe how long she kept trying an ever failing things and she knew it.

But Miriko seemed like she was no longer paying attention to Jikan and just kept trying at it even if it was kind of tiresome when you act Miriko struggle to work to paint and she knew she was going to struggle. Alas one wanted to act like a child, one must learn the adult lesson is the way Alistair was going about it. Every action had something that needed to be done. Miriko would still yet try to continue drawing with her hand still shaking.

But alas there was a ponder to answer."You assume that it will be up to the standard that she places on herself." Which was a good thing to raise to attention, If her hands where already struggling to paint or draw from being cold, Was Miriko just going to let it stand and be comfortable with the results that was on the canvas? It was hard to say yes as well hard to say no as well. It was just the normal way of her to be."A woman yet some what frail in a few other ways, will always be hard on herself for many things...After all she can't be all as she appears to be all of the time."Maybe that statement was a bit more in deep then most people would assume about Miriko.

But alas no answer from the still struggling to draw Miriko. She just keep trying in some manner it was most likely because she had needed to realize she failed at various other things that she kept pushing herself pretty hard."You think that, But keep in mind Miriko has for the most part guided herself most of her life with little teaching...this is normal."

Perhaps it was a level of understanding given to Jikan in this situation. Or perhaps, it was an inescapable reluctant acceptance. Most likely, little bit of A and a little bit of B. Either way, a point was made of this brown haired Gothic dressed themed artist having lay in the bed she made in a way. How things happened with her challenge of wanting to press on in unsuitable situation would have to be seen, hopefully in a comedic way and not in a harmful manner. There was one thing Jikan knew for sure though, this lady was stubborn and determined. Why else she would be out in the freezing cold trying to work on...wait, what type of art was she even trying to make? Jikan had only seen the frustrating mistakes but nothing to give an insight of what the goal was.


In some manner Miriko was fair stronger mentally then maybe her looks might seem but it was conditional.

"Perhaps? I just....figured she would not do something like this. After all. This type of weather could damage her art supplies. It doesn't quite make sense in her character", Jikan said although she found it a little strange to talk about Miriko as if she was not there. Even if she was whispering. Yes she had gotten the fact that Miriko was stubborn. The tales and sight of her working long hours without break was enough of a hint at that. But this was something else. An obsession. Granted, it was strange of Jikan to talk about someone else's when she had one of her own. But this still felt different. Miriko was not built for this.


Her attempts at trying to do so would be given respect though....somewhat.

Busy Bee Miriko seemed to have tunnel vision again. Not paying attention or responding to Jikan. O woe was she!!! Doom to see Miriko be far off in another realm trying away at the foundation of her artistic struggle. Hand drawing. Hand shaking.

"Well, Miriko is amazing. I believe her art will always be up to her standards, or beyond", Jikan said with a clear fiery honesty. Things to ponder perhaps, attention drawn. Just like Jikan, Mia was observant in the artist's attempts at painting / drawing in the cold. "But why is she so hard on herself? It does not look like she is letting herself enjoy the process on it. Only focusing on the outcome", asked Mia. It was so weird and concerning, doing such things in the cold that would only cause stress. Oh why would anyone do such a thing!? A frail flower at work, hard on oneself for unknown reasons but drastically. Either way the two of them would shrug at Alistair's next words.

"Well, if Miriko has for the most part guided herself most of her life with little teaching. That just means she needs someone to walk with her for now own? She did have someone guide her in the past, she was a child once after all. She is independent now of course, but everyone should have someone to lean on", Jikan said with a hint of shy kindness in her voice.

That was good to assume, as always Alistair had some kind of answer to give them."normally would like to say she would not, but sometimes it is the idea that some one does not want to see run away just before it is complete."So when an idea is picture she might be too worried about losing that idea forever. Or at least it was a silly Miriko thought knowing most likely it was just something she could remember later. Or have found something else to paint or draw rather then just risky freezing in an area with in a cold place they would only make things harder to do.

She was a bright one, but in some manner you could argue she was not that sharp at times due to her simple thinking paths of things. But Alistair would eventually make her not be this way for much longer."I would prefer if anything you never encourage it, who knows how long she will take to warm one if anything."With that Alistair seemed to be tired of this situation and how Miriko was acting.

Before he did anything else he would answer the question at least."When you feel powerless in many ways....you do many things to feel like you have control."Keep in mind this was Alistair's view of it. He must have seen Miriko go through many things and fail one way or another that she was just sticking herself in some manner that would show she could do something.

But since he was tired of this Alistair walked over to Miriko and picked her up with his teeth to Miriko kind of just letting it happen and she did not let out a sound but had almost wanted to protest being taken away. With Alistair mumbling with a mouth full of a tall gothic painter woman they he would be taking Miriko inside somewhere so this game could stop.

Truly it was a thankful resourceful thing that Alistair was here. Even when Miriko was being silent and socially u focus, there was a source to go to to do some y ing to beyond the guessing game or trying to rely on picking things up based on how things were. It made this easier, not taking frustration, disbelf, or the 'huh?...what?"' Thoughts that hit Jikan's mind. "Ah. That is true i suppose. A person creating something cares about putting it out into the world. The environment, motivation, being in the zone, and just remembering it can be lost in time. With how often she starts stuff over with the smallest dissatisfaction, the idea is definitely more important to her", Jikan said with a nod of her head. Appreciating this piece of reality given to her. Yes, yes Miriko would be tense more of just getting it done. Feeling and connecting with it. The lady worked on days and hours without rest, bad rather would also be in that area due to her mental habits. All in the fear of that art in her mind. It being the same when she came back.

...oh dear. She really was concerning Jikan!

"Oh trust me Alistair that is never something in my good idea box. A popsicle Miriko does not sound like a happy thing in my mind", which was very true. Jikan was all for pushing one limits and conditions to try to do better. But not in the result of harm. It only made things worse, and she was far to up in arms to keep Miriko face to encourage these bad habits. In all honesty it took everything to not pick her up and walk her I side right now. She rather not though. But if it came to it..."Im very tempted to pick her up and end this to be honest...", Jikan said with a sigh.

The next words he said though hit her hard and made her freeze from really doing anything more. Thinking anything more. Self thoughts stirring in Jikans mind while Mia looked at Miriko with a bit of appreciation and apprehension. Feeling powerless in many ways and spreading oneself thin to try and control what one could huh? A look at her own paws before shifting her eyes to Jikan as Alistair went and picked Miriko up. The sight of the big cat carrying the tall Gothic woman inside cause g a soft giggle from Jikan and Mia before the to followed inside. Jikan, waved her hand to end the camp fire in her hand before packing up and bringing in Miriko's art supplies.

"I see you were thinking the same thing Alistair".

This would be just a normal moment between the painter and the cattian since they both kind of just did not say anything to one another while Alistair was walking away with her. Most likely Alistair going to find a place for her to go warm up and stop being less of a pain in the butt about these things over all.

This was not even a walk of a shame either it was almost like of the kind of a long quiet walks that some one has to prove a point, Then again Miriko also was generally the quiet kind of woman and she was already cold. But at least the things she was working on where still in her hands. She had not lost them yet in which was a good thing. But in some manner maybe Miriko was unhappy to be moved but seemed to maybe not say anything about it at risk of being scorned by Alistair.

If anything even if not pointed out, But if Jikan and Mia followed them they would be stopped. But Miriko might be just a bit annoyed that her focus was gone and she was no longer in front of the idea of what she was trying to do at that time. But most likely could be reasoned with about it.

Whether it was a regular or irregular interaction between Miriko and Alistair it was such a small amusing thing to witness. The tall Gothic being lifted and carried about by the large cattian. Although, hopefully it was not embarrassing for Miriko. Or at least not doing to much. Neither rof them looked mad though. Not a single word was said to each other. But at least Miriko was going to be in a spot now that was much warmer than the hand flame Jikan was previously using.

Quiet as it was, long and open to think. Jikan wondered if Miriko was reflecting on her actions of the day? Seeing if Alistair's and Jikan’s point was made yet. She doubt it. Miriko had her craft in her hands, working as normal like nothing was going on. Perhaps unhappy with the movement, impossible to really know with no change in her face or any words. Tunnel vision still on it seemed. "Still at work even though you're being carried off? Does this not bother you? My...you're, something", Jikan admitted a bit flabbergasted at all of this.

While this probing question from Jikan was asked, the two of them continued to follow behind Miriko and Alistair. Jikan's arm full of the left material to bring in. All until they were stopped. How come? They had to get the rest of this stuff out of the cold and snow after all.

"I understand you wish to work so let's go. I don't see why we have stopped when we still need to get everything out of the weather?". Beyond Jikan and zmia could see. They were so close to getting inside an inn. Lights were on and the savory smell of food and lit fires was present. Mia was practically jumping at the door, ready to get out of the cold.

Over all in the end Miriko was just carried over to a table and dropped by it. Empty with no one else around. The drop at least was not that hard it was rather fair and Miriko did not seem to get hurt all that much in the end. Well maybe aside from any emotional or normal damage she placed upon herself from working as she did."Stay there you stubborn child."Alistair said walking away already. No doubt figuring out what he was going to need to get, It was just another time for him to do all of these things and how he would go about them.

Miriko on the other hand coming back to reality in more of the normal way, She let out a disappointed sigh. But she was disappointed in herself if anything else."This mess of a drawing has no value to anyone."She simple just tore it out of her drawing book and left it on the table. Miriko in her mind was entirely correct it was a mess, it had no way to show what it was to start with, it was not neat at all. It was a failure in Miriko standards of work. Thus where they were at now.

Then Alistair returned and quietly sat behind Miriko, Who would eventually sit down in a wooden chair and seemed to be thinking at this time but she seemed able to socialize.

In they went, Jikan, Mia, Alistair, and Miriko; the subtle warmth of the inn swelled brushing againstvtheirbfur and skin with light kisses. A calmness present in the room  as Miriko  was carried over to a table adorably and sat down at a table with a soft plop.

Physically she was well and fine. But what emotional and psychological impact did this whole endeavor have on her? The bitter cold that chill her hands. The stiffness of her mind at work frustrating her creativity. And now the sudden and harsh removal of her from her work space. A surprising change in the case that Jikan thought they were going to have her learn the consequences the hard way. If she knew Alistair was just going to take her she would have just moved Miriko  inside herself when she first saw her in the cold.

Jikan say the items down carefully next to Miriko before placing herself in a seat to the right of Miriko. Mia was present, resting on top of Jikan's left shoulder. Alistair walked away telling Miriko to sit and stay still in a bit of a parental tone. "Miriko..." she said in a soft response before seeing Miriko come back to reality out of her tunnel vision.

The sad sigh that came from the Gothic painter once she was down hit Jikan with a soft ping. A sharp twist that felt like she was stabbed lightly with a dagger. The disappointment clear on her face and soured inside of Jikan. She watched as Miriko tore the drawing out of drawing book and let it fall to the table. Jikan watched for a few seconds before slowly lifting her hand up, reaching out and hovering over the drawing before picking it up with a snails pace of uncertainty.

"I...have value in this. If you would not mind, may I...keep it?", she said her voice golding a genuine level of shyness as a light blush came to her face.  She was uncertain of how Miriko would take this request. Would she feel that Jikan was odd? What she hate her for trying to keep the messy sketch? Be filled with negativity?

It was a pretty simple question one she did not mind answering."No use to anyone else, I do not see why not."Jikan seemed to have the okay to keep it. Miriko sounded over all if anything just more disappointed in herself rather then the failure that she tried to create. This thus was just her normal cycle. But she was talking and being a bit more social so things where happening and she was talking there was positive to these things.

Alistair would return eventually balancing on his nose a large tray he asked to use to carry thing over to the table."I have a few cups of tea and some fish for all of us, come up let us not think about the snow."Alistair was trying to get people to move on from the thoughts of the cold and sadness that might be felt in the wake how this has gone.

Jikan had a pause. Hand over the rough drawing in Miriko eyes as she had waited to see what Miriko would say. As Miriko spoke and said that since the drawing had no value to anyone else Jikan could go right ahead and take it. And that was what she would do. Picking up the drawing in a gentle slow motion, a soft, smile. Came to Jikan's face as it softened greatly. The strong warrior glow vanishing for a moment to take on a sweet exposition.

Shyly it was held, hidden in a bit of reservation of holding it. As if she wanted to keep it from being brushed by even the smallest speck of dust. Her mind split from this moment and the realization of her ears. Miriko's voice  calmer. Content-ish about  the failure of her attempt.  It was some vycle indeed. One that was new for Jikan  as she had only seen the cycle or Miriko working mad to finisg a piece of beautiful art.  That manner was still new to Jikan as well, this stubborn grit that bordered on insanity and bad health (and went that way sometimes) had only happened once or twice in front of her eyes.

The drawing was not the only unintended gift Miriko was giving to Jikan today. She spoke. The pleasant sound to Jikan's ears that took her attention away from the focus of her eyes on the sketch.  The  clear voice of the cattian coming as a soft whisper in Jikan's brain. The full volume just not reaching.  Although the sight of him balancing a tray of tea and fish caught a bit of her attention. And a lot of Mia's.

"Fiiiiish", Mia said with a happy squeal of delight. Her paws waving towards the fishes that were waiting to be devoured by her.

"Okay okay", Jikan said still with a very soft voice. The gentleness in her voice quite becoming in its sharp difference. "Lets change the subject. Like how about this magical town and the  festive scene that it offers? I heard that there are a group of people looking for help and giving presents in exchange even".

It was a good change of subject that she did not mind at all. The subject was interesting."looking for help with that? I doubt I would be any useful to their cause."Miriko mentioned with the idea of what all had been going on with her she had a feeling it would not too long for her to have to sit out from doing something. She was not saying no to doing it or not interested in doing it just how long she would last was not that long. But maybe it was just a means to focus on something different.

But at least it seemed she was happy and normal now with out much effecting her mood and emotions at this time."But gift exchanges are nice as always, If i could handle it I would have just drawn pictures for people and given them out for free."She was in the spirit of the seasons.

Jikan was happy that it seemed that Miriko was welcoming to the change of subject. Hopefully it would improve her mood more. "Yep. It seems like anything and everyone are looking for help. On what about I am not entirely sure, but they seem to be simple things or things that are in relation to the festival", Jikan began giving a bit of information that he knew of this Winter Wonderland. She paused and gave a thoughtful look to Miriko at her words. "Oh I think you can be. They want help with things but it also seems they just want to let people know to take part in things", Jikan mentioned trying to let Miriko know a bit more about the options before her.

"You can definitely find something you can help out with. Taking a break would be no big deal I think". Jikan thought for a second, and decided to fish. "What kind of things or games would you enjoy doing??". Jikan then nodded her head and smiled. "Thoughtful or personal gifts are indeed great to get. I am sure some kids would love to get some of your amazing drawings".

Weather or not she could really do anything aside from what she normally does even then at this time she was not mostly for her own benefit. So she was unsure how else to go about it."Maybe for once I should take a break from these things...mostly for my own sake."the kind of stuff that Alistair wanted to hear. leaving the Cattian content with watching over the group while she warmed up. As for mentioning about her letting people know she wanted to take part in things she seemed almost unsure about it. But that was her normal thoughts about most things in her life that was not art.

Miriko had to think for a moment, what games did a child who was most of the time alone to herself would play?"Ahh....what kind of books would you consider games?"It was not an answer that was fitting but one from Miriko. it seemed games where not her normal at all either now or in her past. Which might not be that shocking considering how many skills she had learned over time.

Oh? The artist considering an activity that fid not involve painting, drawing, or another type of material creativity. A wonderful and surprising thing for Miriko! Such a thing being in her mind of wanting to do was most certainly not possible with Jikan's experience so far. "A break from the norm can always be good. Refresh your mind and perhaps even give an idea?", Jikan supposed in her response. Even if she did not get that muse boost, a mental brrak would still be great. It would let her get another side of Miriko.

Even if she seemed unsure and shy about it. "I am sure you will do fine Miriko. If you wish. I can try and help you", Jikan said in a honest bright voice. Delighted in the possibility exploring herself and the fun things to be done. Such a pleasant thing it made Mia's tail wave back and forth as she watched the conversation go on.

Jikan tilted her head in a curious wonder. "Books as games huh?", she began trying to think about what Miriko was meaning. Well, games were to entertain and inform. It was strange to call a thing a game though, but Miriko was a little bit of a strange and unique woman so. "I suppose anything that has a compelling or interesting story. Some history, action adventure. Wide range really as long as the method is done well". Jikan said shifting her head back to normal. "What about you? Are there any requirements for you when it comes to that?".

Maybe Miriko's point was not made so she would just be sure to point it out. Just how she would phrase it was a good question.Alistair was not around at that point of her life for that to really make sense of how to explain it. It was entirely on Miriko for this one. So she would just say it."I didn't....play games growing up....Games where...not common in a house with nuns."She mentioned was that exactly what she wanted to blurt out? not exactly but she had too more for the understanding of it.

Thus she would want to explain it even more."So actual games where....not something I am use too. didn't help I was too scared too."And it seemed you learned more about Miriko. She was a sacred child that did things because she needed to keep herself busy, While keeping herself out of sight of other people.