Mikaere had heard about a young Niveis who wasn’t exactly adjusting very well to her new found lifestyle from Keo(Anviva). Mik wanted to check in on the young thing to see how she was fairing; he remembered his first little while as a Niveis and it was not easy trying to remember you now controlled Ice instead of Fire. Getting used to the fact that this was your last life was also not very easy; for someone as old as Mikaere that was still having trouble sinking in. After 50 years of being a Niveis he still struggled from time to time, but without fail Keo was always there, or Rhy and Lyra to catch Mik if he fell. He wasn’t sure where he would be without the circle of Niveis he had made in his new life.

He had recently reconnected with the Celestial he had taken on as his adopted daughter, it was hard for Mik to see someone so young suffering and not to have family around. He tended to be a father figure to anyone and everyone in his life, so it was an easy transition for the elder man. His own child went missing when she was 5 years old and he has yet to find her; 50 years later, he is praying that she is like him and is a Phoenix.

Dragging his thoughts back to the present to the young Niveis who needed him in the here and now, yet again another young woman who needed someone to take her under their wing and care for her and help her adapt. Mik walked towards the cabin where she stayed within the Niveis compound so he liked to think of it.

Rapping his knuckles against the wood with a tap tap tap, the large man waited. He stepped back and stood tall as he waited. He half expected her to open the door and yell at him for waking her, or just generally distracting her. He so often imagined going through the teenage years with his own daughter but there was no way he would ever get that time back with her; so, all he had left was what he could cook up within him own mind.

When she opened the door, he smiled which was rare for him these days “Hello I am Mikaere, I am one of the Tribes trainers, I heard you were having trouble adjusting and may need a guide? Of sorts?” He asked looking down at her.

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It's really no secret that Autumn is having a hard time learning the ropes. For as quickly as she tends to adjust to things, it's different when your entire life was thrown on it's head and much of the time Autumn still feels like she's spinning and just trying to find her bearings. Of course that's not saying that she hasn't had help, the parts of her new tribe that she's met so far have all been wonderful... if a bit prickly in a certain Niveis's case.

Even so, Autumn finds routine helps her settle her thoughts better than anything. She's used to waking up early after spending several years at sea and since she finds it difficult to sleep most nights, continuing to wake up early is a tradition she's happy to carry on. She no longer makes coffee in the mornings - there's no longer a cranky fishing crew that's only civil after their morning cup, her grandfather included - but she does make tea and food and cleans and just generally tries to keep herself busy.

She has the radio turned on, music playing softly as she goes about her morning. It's not overbearingly loud, the sound only barely cutting across the otherwise quiet morning, and she'd only just settled down on the couch to try and read a book when she hears knocking at her door. Grateful she hadn't actually gotten into the reading yet she sets her book down and cuts off the radio before padding over to the door and pulling it open.

Contrary to his expectations there's no yelling. Instead she looks up at him with a friendly smile to match his own, though she does allow herself to wonder how everyone in this city is so darned tall. "Hello! It's nice to meet you. I'm Autumn, though I suppose you knew that already." She moves out of the way, motioning for him to come inside if he'd like to. With the door held open the smell of breakfast wafts out. "A guide... I suppose you could say that. I'm pretty new to all of this, so any help I can get would be appreciated. I don't really have any prior experience to fall back on." There's a brief pause as she blinks. "Oh! Would you like some breakfast?"

Stepping inside when she motioned for him to enter, he did as he looked about her home, she had done well to make it her own; very cozy. Mikaere couldn’t help but chuckled when she said he must have already known her name which of course was true. “True.” He stated, “Not all events in life require prior experience or knowledge.” He stated to her hoping she would understand.

“Being a parent for one that is something one can never prepare themselves for no matter how one might try.” He offered her another genuine smile.

Food that was one thing Mik did not often say no to, with the amount of time he spent working out and or taking long hikes he needed the food to keep up his sustenance. “I would be a fool to turn down the most important meal of the day if you have enough to spare.” He said. Figuring she had only made enough for herself.

“I am still ‘new’ in the life of a Niveis as well, I am only 50 years into this life, 750 into a Phoenix.” He said giving her his real age of being 800. “I will teach you all I can, if you have questions do not hesitate to ask little bird, I will do my very best.” Mikaere suddenly chuckled as an image of a Penguin crossed his mind when he called her little bird. “kororā” (link to the dictionary) He said softly “It means Little Penguin, that shall be your name” Mik often gave people Nicknames using his native tongue it reminded him of home and gave him a reason to speak his native language.

Autumn isn't used to having a whole lot of space, so moving into the cabin was an experience to say the least. Most of the furnishings were already here but she did rearrange things and there's a notable presence of tiny little cacti in decorative planters everywhere. No pictures are anywhere to be seen. "Well I certainly hope not, otherwise you might as well chalk me up to a lost cause," she chuckles, turning to the kitchen as he gets settled in.

She's making herself busy as he talks, going in the fridge for food and putting on a pot of coffee that soon begins to fill the room with the aroma of roasting beans. "My grandfather always said the same thing. He was always talking about how being a parent means having to make hard decisions that no one is prepared for, but also how it was all worth it..." she shrugs as she turns to him, returning his smile, "though I think that time is a long way off for me."

Fortunately for Mikaere, one thing Autumn has retained from her days on the ship is making a big breakfast. There's more than enough to share, she honestly made enough for three of her. Old habits die hard. "Oh I have plenty, don't worry! I'm used to making big breakfasts and I could never eat all of it on my own." The coffee now ready, she brings the spread over to the table so that he can take his pick. Bacon, eggs, toast, and all the dressings. He probably notices that she has more sugar and cream in her coffee than she does coffee, but she's a teenager so that's pretty normal.

Autumn is attentive as he speaks, watching him with a quiet understanding that is much like a student in a class would. "Wow, that's... a long time. I've only been a Niveis for a couple of months now, so I definitely appreciate the coaching." There's a slight pause as she stirs her coffee, mulling over something. "What was it like being a Phoenix?" The question didn't seem to come easily to her, her voice halting over the words as though they were awkward to get out. She settles when he starts talking again, a smile easing it's way back onto her face as she eats. "Little Penguin huh? I like it. If you don't mind me asking, what language is it?" She doesn't say it, but she actually does appreciate the effort to give her a nickname. It makes her feel like part of the family, something she sorely needs at this time. 

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