[Miasma]

  She's always wanted a pet.

  Miasma had no real interest in the Red Rose of her home, had no time to determine her alignment (White, undoubtedly) but she loved seeing Canaan's eagle in the sky, perched on her shoulder as she surveyed her lands. A faithful beast to give her even more air of authority than a Rosa already carried. A gift given to speak for Ezekiel's stolen voice, to claw at his shoulder and nip at ears that heard more than reality. Anya had the lynx, Orcrist that bear.

  She wants some lesser creature, to pamper when she is alone with it, to command when others are watching, and the calls of a kitten on their borders fit the bill. Miasma knows better than to approach the territory's edge, as Rosalind did, and was escorted, chagrined, back to her mother's mansion. Miasma has not that sort of oversight. Her parents only acknowledge her existence when it suits them. She wants to suit them.

  She waits, just on the outskirts of Cuff's direction, only in range to overhear the murmuring of words, and not their contents. The Outrider can direct him and protect him, but she has to return to her own responsibilities eventually-- and Mia waits to take this one from her workload. It's an underhanded sort of scheme, all things considered. She was raised by a cannibal and murderer, you know.

  Miasma skips into a clearing the direction Luke faces, agile and playful. "Kitty!" Is her first call, just to catch his attention, to repress her excitement. Can't be scaring off the little thing. She draws to a stop, rear end wiggling still, but plants it in the dirt, to make sure she doesn't pose any threat. "What's your name, kitty?" She isn't gifted with social graces, but her upbringing consisted of torment and abuse. It's wonder she's coherent. "I'm Miasma. Did I hear you lost your mom?" This is where her energy droops, quickly replaced with sadly folded ears. "I don't have a mom either."

  It goes as fast as it came, pressing, "Come play with me, okay?" It's not the most tactful extension of friendship, but her first introduction to the idea was being pinned to the ground and told she belongs to Sarissa now. This is child's play.