Firefly Glen the warm sunlight on my skin.

Hao-haoming. Hello, Mira acknowledged in a breath, I am Mira Ostrega. What came next? She was silent for a moment until her brother piped up with his comment; she paid him a quizzical glance. Haoming was unique, certainly- strange colored and quirky- but beautiful? But Mira was no one to understand beauty, and she was quiet. Haoming smelled like saltwater, which was unfamiliar to the serpent. She squinted, and soon her gaze trailed boredly back to the pale runt, who she thought was far more eye-catching. Mira fixated on her quietly.