Iktome Plains peaceful dreams

A cover of one's scent made it difficult for the maiden to see who- or what was ahead. Though her faint wisps of white could grasp only lightly of a moving figure, one she could not recognize as another being, but one masked by the darkness. Miriam felt a twinge of fear, for a naive heart of a youngling was still unprepared from the unknown. Maybe one day she could grow to a wise being, fearless to that, but for now she remained frightened by what she did not know, and even more so in an area she did not know.

Though surely, Lady Goddess brought this seemingful mysterious creature near for a reason. They did not skulk with a hunger, or a pride of boldness, nor' a swagger of rage. Moreso just a wanderer, she thought such as herself. She desired to be brave as the warriors under the Horned God, or as graceful as the other maidens within her circle, and stay calm at the stare of danger. Miriam had a doll persona, for a calm outlook never matched the inner storm, as she quietly whispered out a, "hello..?"

Though her legs could not help but twitch as she had a desire to flee. Fate may have brought them together, but her will desires something else, to run. However, Miriam will always remain a curious one. Teachings of the Goddess surely will help her spirit.