12.) How is your character with technology? Super savvy, or way behind the times? Letters or email?
Miri is not a technowiz in the slightest. She appreciates the complexity of it (Brei’s motorcycle, Bep’s com technology, etc.) but she understands it little. As long as someone else can fix it for her, she’s fine with it. The most technology she actually fiddles with is her com. She knows how to use it, but she doesn’t understand how it works, only that it does and it’s very convenient.
As far as she’s concerned, it’s just another type of magic that she has no understanding of.
11.) Is there an animal you equate with your character?
The dove. The dove symbolizes peace, love and tranquility, as well as the selfless love of a mother for their children.
"No, y’all are supposed to be HERE."
"No no, just ignore them. Stay with me. STAY WITH ME."
"WHAT DID I FREAKIN’ TELL YOU?! WHY DON’T YOU BOZOS LISTEN TO ME?!"
((Seriously though, l love you guys <3))
Ren sighed, settling into the too-comfortable bed and withdrawing her quill and a small, blue book from her bag. She flicked through the pages until she neared the end, finally landing on an empty page.
I hadn’t realized how … masculine I am. Or perhaps it is just coldhearted indifference. Perhaps I’ve become some sort of monster and they’re the ones who are right.
All the dainty noble ladies were falling over themselves in tears… While myself, Bowan, and Reiko were the only females firm in the man’s punishment.
I understand softheartedness, but what I witnessed was to a fault. The Snow Fox, he called himself, stole from the Lady herself and tried to slit the Bowan girl’s throat.
And yet they still wanted him to live.
I don’t think I’ll ever truly get used to being around nobility. Maybe Watcher is right, maybe it is bad to teach girls high self esteem.
Obviously that part is a joke, the fucker’s an idiot when it doesn’t deal with spywork.
She sighed, laying the quill down to the nightstand. Her eyes searched for her brother in the darkness; a slight rustle and a soft snore confirmed that he was already asleep. A smile tugged at her lips as she stashed the journal away inside her satchel.
"Good night, asshole."
He only snored in response.
I have never ordered an execution…
I could not watch…they can’t understand.
I heard the thunk of steel.
And I felt his life end.
What have I done?
I was worried my research would take me ages to sift through, would cause me to call in favors and bribes in order to obtain the information I need.
But it seems that is not the case…
8.) Day of Favorites! What’s your character’s favorite ice cream flavor? Color? Song? Flower?
Strawberry, green and blue, If I Ever Leave this World Alive, and the Lily.