#mirathemessenger

[ask-riven]

mirathemessenger replied to your post: can u maybe sum up rivens story for ppl who dont...

I like how she went from smol orphan farm girl to tol found-family farm girl

// I like that part, but not some other parts, yeah.

[evjazurian]

mirathemessenger replied to your post: Made a mistake today

Your resources and xp should be saved after a bounty or incursion is finished? After one is done when you run out of revives, it should be safe to leave.

I was hunting Eidolon, none of the cores I got were saved :/ 

[mirathemessenger]

“What is this picture for? It is because we are the ‘goody-two shoes!’ Is that how you say it? It is not a compliment? O-Oh! I would like a photograph anyway! “Please smile for the camera!”

[notas-intangibles]

“Las personas van y vienen, pero ella se a quedado para ser parte de mi vida.”

[mirathemessenger]

Mira’s personality from http://similarminds.com/cattell-16-factor.html

From these 16 traits, it’s clear to see that Mira is a radiant ball of sunshine and is emotionally stable in her current environment. However, her emotional well being is quite dependent on those around her. If surrounded by loved ones, Mira feels safe and blossoms. Alone or outcast, she struggles to be happy. 

She derives much of her sense of purpose from the aid and service she provides to others and is loyal to those she loves while being sensitive to the needs of all. Her need to be useful is a source of her greatest anxieties. At her weakest, Mira depends on the approval of others and fears letting them down or disappointing them. These thoughts don’t plague her though, so she is only likely to be nervous in the presence of someone she respects.

She tends to daydream and think idealistically, pushing towards her image of a perfect world. She isn’t stubborn in most cases with her free-flowing attitude and openness to all ideas, relenting and trying her best to incorporate everyone’s ideas to create harmony.

Low scores in aggressiveness and introversion are hallmarks of her personality. Mira is a kind girl comfortable in the presence of many. Though she easily gives out affection, her soft nature belies her quiet strength and intellect.

[mirathemessenger]

@aureacarmina started following you

“Life and death are both beautiful as they complete a cycle. They are natural and should be met with both happiness and sadness. For something to live, others must die. There would be nothing in the world without balance.

“Yet... I cannot understand the extreme fascination that some have for death and... causing death. Each life and each death is sacred and should have meaning... though sometimes I question that idea... Life occurs because it does, therefore death is equally sudden...

“I still feel that... murder is more meaningless. When there is enough chaos to balance the order in the universe, why do others seek to disturb the equilibrium? I do not understand, and I am afraid that I will never understand. I feel stuck in a paradox, but I am sure that their is no beauty in murder.”

[mirathemessenger]

Where the Heart Beats

Fingers danced through ashen hair, dissipating gathered heat, as Mira furiously shook her head. When petite digits pulled free of the tangled mess of locks, she stared curiously at the dark flecks of caked dirt and fragmented foliage that gathered beneath each tip and nail. How many days now had she gone from civilization, or were weeks the measure now?

Her thoughts turned to the sun above, slower to rise these mornings but with ever the familiar intensity. Perhaps her cloak would have been more appropriate apparel, yet the young woman reasoned it would only slow down the last sprint to her destination. Leaf eyes shifted, forward facing, amidst the shifting autumn colors, and a giddiness rose in her stomach. Mira smiled, delighted. One step fell, then another faster still until the girl was sprinting through the chilled air towards the glistening towers and artificial peaks of the City of Progress. Her toes exchanged mud for gravel and cobblestone as she danced thickening crowds and a flood of new voices. The rush of sensation brightened her grin and drew her laugh like chimes, but she made no effort to slow her pace. Over roofs and down alleys Mira flew until the roar of sounds became but a trickle. Her footsteps followed suite as she returned home, once more at the Eisler Estate.

Mira made another trade, of a sprightly wildness for civility, as she shook out her dust and leaves. An old key popped quickly into her hand from within her bag as she opened the door to the quiet mansion. 

“I am home now!” She chirped to no one before neatly removing her shoes. The minutes quickly blurred as she disappeared up a flight of stairs with familiar abandon, showered herself once, and then began her work. Eyes flitted to high glass windows and onto the shadows they cast. The morning was still young as she was.

Dusters flew through fixtures and over furniture while mops and towels danced across every hard surface. No stair nor hallway lamp was spared the expense as Mira hummed and sang through every floor and corridor. The kitchen was to be made spotless, every furnishing brought back to life with use, and each book lovingly tended. When her work was completed, she breathed deep and so breathed a moment of life into the creaking bones of this place, settling under the rising sun. 

Noon was nigh, but Mira still had spirit and time before lunch. She returned outside to dust away the circle of dirt that had marked her entrance, putting it to good use by potted plants before heading inside. 

Mira fixed herself a simple meal of the ingredients and preserves she had within her bag and sat herself alone on the newly polished kitchen table. The apprentice stared at the empty seat where her mentor used to sit and thought fondly of his presence. What stories she had to to tell him when he returned. The months had always been like so. Whenever she had the chance, Mira returned to tend to her home between long journeys with ever more sights to share. One day he would be there waiting for her or her for him, and that thought was enough for the childish woman as she concluded her meal.

With a yawn, Mira exited the estate to curl up on a warm patch outside to bask in the sun.

@piltovianpimpcollar

[mirathemessenger]

@eulogy-of-the-isles started following you

“I am unhappy to say that I am familiar with the corruption of living organisms. I have seen its widespread occurrence twice in my short life... My ancestors had created weapons that mutated and distorted the very genetics of life. What did not die became twisted from its former form. It survived to pass on its unnatural distortions until the present...

“I have read about the black mist and have heard many terrifying stories about it as well. It reminds me of my home. Without death, there is no life. This... undeath is a trap that stops the cycle of our beautiful world. Life ends so that new life may begin. If there is only life and undeath, then the world will become barren. The black mist stops the world and brings torture to those it consumes.

“It may be powerful now, but the world will adapt to counter it. Time brings change for all things. I hope that the black mist and all those trapped within it will be laid to rest in my lifetime.”