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❤ How long have you been RPing?

❥ How long have you been RPing this character?

유 Who was your first muse?

♋ What drew you to this muse?

☮ Is there anything you don’t like about playing this muse?

✌ What is the easiest aspect of playing this muse?

☏ What is the most challenging aspect of playing this muse?

☢ How many active muses do you have?

☠ Who is a muse you would want to play?

☤ What do you have in common with your muse?

☑ What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?

♚ Do you and your muse get along?

▲ Of the two of you, who is more mature, you or your muse?

♪ Are you comfortable playing your muse?

✈ Is it easier to write angst, fluff, or crack with your muse?

     ‹ ℑ ᴏ ᴋ ᴇ ʀ › ― Red irises studied and mapped, occasionally looking up from her cellular device to glance upon the distance that she’s walked during her studying of directions. “What a pain!!~” Her lips parted with a sigh, followed soon after by a groan of annoyance. Nio didn’t do ‘lost’, she simply despised the feeling of helplessness.  The map from her phone did little to aid her in her troubles, inly increasing it.

     It wasn’t long until she couldn’t take it any more, taping the shoulder of the person nearest to her. Studying her closer, her attentive eyes takes swift scrutiny of the girl’s attire, from bright hued cloth unto multi-layered color scheme, and then, she does not hesitant to hold a single mindset —   those colors, they reminded her so of royalty, like something a pretty princess! Ah, how nice, people sure now how to dress up if they wanted to be the center of attention.  

     Nio wasn’t one to talk, however. The sun was still blazing hot, yet not a single inch of skin could be seen on her; with exceptions from her hands, and above neck. "Excuse me, miss! Do you happen to know where the nearest bakery is?"

Sigh. 'I wonder where the bakery is?'  This was already beginning to seem like a challenge, making her wonder how long it'd take her to actually adjust to the new surroundings. Well, there was no use  worrying about these things now, what mattered was finding this bakery which supposedly had some yummy stuff. 'Maybe someone here can help--' Her thoughts were cut off by a tap on her shoulder, her body turning around to face the stranger.

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Link blinked as he noted the woman whom was roughly his age, maybe older, and had strangely beautiful hair. It reminded him of Malon’s in a way.. with her long pretty red hair trailing down her back..

But this was not Malon in front of him. So Link gave a curt smile and held out his left hand, his sword hand. This woman wouldn’t be able to hurt him as he could see no weapon on her person, and the girl seemed confused overall.