Mirae's life hadn't been typical; but it also hadn't been the tragic life that most others she'd met around the city seemed to live. Mirae's one traumatic experience though, would cling to her for the rest of her life. The night her brother was struck by a sword, and having his choices taken away from him, causing her to strike at Coldren, and being punished in return, was something she'd never forget.  As a child and on up, Mirae loved to talk and could almost convince anyone of anything if she tried hard enough.As the young girl aged she tried to find her place in the world around them, she was generally intimidating to the other kids because of her loudspoken and unfiltered nature. It often got her into trouble with others but also made her popular and attracted her friends she relied on. Through her studies she worked hard, she wanted to learn everything there was to know, so she tended to push herself to the limit. 

Standing in front of a tall stand-up mirror in the bathroom of her motel room, Mirae sighed. She wasn't dissatisfied by what she saw when she looked into the mirror, but the Niveis still felt like she was finding her place in the city; a place to belong. Working in her own shop, was the one thing Mirae felt was all hers and something no one could take away from her, so it was safe to say it was the one place she found solace within. And now, figuring out whether or not this newly found passion for dancing, was something she'd take to a professional level or not, was the one thing she'd felt lost on. Mirae knew she enjoyed dancing, and she even enjoyed the splot light a little. What she loved most about it so far, were the people she had met. Especially Yeon. Then of course, her Firefly Ha-joon, but she needed to figure out if dancing would be something she could truly sink herself into, the way she'd gave her time and effort for being a healer and running an herb shop. 

After slipping into the attire she had laid out for herself, a pair of leggings, and a sports bra; with white sneakers, Mirae left the motel, flagging a cab down from the side walk. After requesting a ride to the mountain tops, the Niveis laid her head against the glass window, enjoying the scenery and using what little time the driver took to get her to her destination, to reflect on her life. Feeling as though she needed a release, Mirae's plans were to go meet up with one of the others in her faction, for a day of hand to hand combat / sparring practice. Mirae didnt have the luxury of saying that Anivia had ever trained her, but she had second best, she guessed, since she had called upon Rhydian Snow to work with her, who had been trained by Anivia herself. 

Mirae had only worked with him once now, but that one time had shown her just how skilled he was. She simply loved the edge he had to him. But, Mirae felt so downgraded compared to some of those in her faction; they were all naturally gifted when it came to fighting, but ever since she had moved to the city, Mirae hadn't done anything to keep her skills up. Today she'd planned on training until she couldn't stand any longer. The cab finally pulled over at the mountain tops, where most Niveis resided. When she got out, after paying for the ride, Mirae found her way to where Rhydian was supposed to be. Giving a loud knock on the door, she stood back, and began pacing as she waited. Mirae was also excited just to be around one of her own. She felt as though she definitely needed to reach out to more of her kind.