Surprisingly fine with a wolf girl giving her strokes, it seemed. Maybe she was the kind of girl like Ceal, who loved it when a powerful woman took control and steered the situation in a direction she wanted it to go. However, unlike Ceal, Mirja wasn't going to take it anywhere past a dominant cheek stroke because the girl was way too human, way too young, and way
to innocent. She had learned her lesson about innocence with Beetle. That girl wouldn't recognize Mirja's intent if she carved it on a pair of stones and beat the girl around the head with them.
Not that beating someone up could help them recognize anything, but still. There was shy and cute and then there was obliviousness on a Beetle Level. Such that she got her own rating of obliviousness. And this girl shared that, it seemed, with her question 'what's a Vizard'. Mirja was sure that that was common knowledge these days, like so much of the spiritual world that used to be the exclusive domain of Shinigami and Quincies. Still, if she didn't know what a Vizard was, then it would be impossible to explain.
"It's just a race of people. And of course things don't grow in the city like they do in the forest. If they did then the city would also be a forest" She said, looking over as she walked past the Wolf and sat down on a blanket before offering a spot to Mirja, and belatedly introducing herself.
"Ahh, to join such a beautiful flower would be beyond me, I am afraid. I just came here to see if you had any plans to harm the forest or if you were worthy of walking these trees. And you are, so I shall leave you to your solitude"
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