by Miranda Weaver » Mon Oct 06, 2014 11:00 am
It was Friday after class and that meant Miranda was in her usual place, kneeling at the edge of the cliff near where she'd said goodbye to Aria. She laid the shallow dish in front of her knees, wrapping her wings in front of her to protect it while she lit the incense and placed the cover on it to diffuse the smoke. She inhaled deeply before repositioning her wings, letting the wind catch them and beat against them. It was as close as she got to flying these days. She folded her hands in her lap and watched the sea.
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