Minty ClayIn her early years, Qui could easily be found either perched on her brother's back or around his legs, or at the nearest puddle of mud digging her fingers into it and drawing things, with her nose nearly to the surface of the muck. In those times where another pup came along, bumbling or playful, and she was knocked into it, she was often so close, her whole face would be painted with the watery dirt. When she followed one of these ventures up with a clambering up her brother's legs, and torso up to his shoulders, he would grumble about the mess she was making. All over him, all over her, and she often paid his talk no heed. He was a good
Not too subtleEvery so often, when a person goes to a concert, the rest of the audience isn't a mass of anonymous faces. The music, while good, awesome even, becomes not the only reason for being there.As he'd been there with a friend from work, Aisen had already been a bit fuzzy about being there. And then he spotted this poor girl standing near one of the pillars. He didn't mean to be a busy body, but she looked so uncomfortable. So he sidled over, and trying to look as harmless as he figured he was, called out, "Miss?"And while she jumped, she looked at him, and was eventually willing to start a conversation with him made up for the music not be