Miya had been able to walk just over twelve years now, but she had breathed for the first time even a year before that. Her life was full of good moments, from holidays filled with memories of unwrapping gifts to warm hugs and loving words every day. She lacked for nothing, and even now far from home and those former luxuries, there was a sort of contented atmosphere that Miya radiated. It could have been because even if she lacked material comforts, there was a sort of shine to her eyes, and the gaze they cast was warm.
So Miya. She had an almost restless energy to her that shook her joints and limbs in anticipation and almost contradicted the happiness and relaxation reflected all elsewhere on her person. For nearly three hours she had walked slowly through Timbermere Valley, but now her feet nearly slipped out from under her as she ran. A flashing smile caught the dying light of the afternoon as she dashed towards the fortress just barely ahead; the journey had been beautiful, but here was the destination.
Her expression jubilant, Miya tossed a wave in the direction of a unicorn that seemed to look on from several paces away, its expression curious but not entirely disapproving. She tried to throw open the doors to the castle, but they were too heavy. Without apparent care, Miya braced her feet against one and pulled hard to no success. Still the smile lingered and then flourished on her face as she laughed at the situation.
So Miya. She had an almost restless energy to her that shook her joints and limbs in anticipation and almost contradicted the happiness and relaxation reflected all elsewhere on her person. For nearly three hours she had walked slowly through Timbermere Valley, but now her feet nearly slipped out from under her as she ran. A flashing smile caught the dying light of the afternoon as she dashed towards the fortress just barely ahead; the journey had been beautiful, but here was the destination.
Her expression jubilant, Miya tossed a wave in the direction of a unicorn that seemed to look on from several paces away, its expression curious but not entirely disapproving. She tried to throw open the doors to the castle, but they were too heavy. Without apparent care, Miya braced her feet against one and pulled hard to no success. Still the smile lingered and then flourished on her face as she laughed at the situation.