Patience.
A slow motion of movements.
The sparkles in her eyes getting a hint of purple while looking at this man, just blowing tiny clouds with her breathing, due the cool air.
Miria had left herself to gaze upon this strange man with odd clothing, making a slow step forward. Her hand, slightly shaking, allowing her fingers to catch the material of the cloth he had offered.
It was kindness.
Still,could not help herself of thinking this man could be a sorcerer.
The aura around him have her the impression of a peaceful being.
Only if that was the case.
However, Miria accepted his cloth to cover her naked frame, with difficulty arranging it around her tiny shape.
The ground suddenly felt cold under her feet, but no surprise to her since she did came from a very far land where cold weather lingered all year around.
For the next moments, silence hang rather heavy in the air, still her purple eyes looked at this man. The hands held tight his cloth around her body, breathing softly the cool air.
"I hope your kindness is part of your personality.
Are you.. A sorcerer ? "
Miria asked the man with glowing eyes, while stepping toward to him, not to close though. Her inner self reminded to be skeptical still at first with people. Even though, she wasn't a very judgemental woman and always give a chance to everyone.
Something about this man made her feel unease, causing even her own heart to skip a louder beat.
The tone of his voice made her feel anxious, an odd wave of emotion filled with anxiety took over her. This man was not dim apparently, Miria thinking if this was favourable or not.
However, a loud flap of wings broke the silent moment, fallowed by a squick of her Eagle friend, as the bird came down towards Miria.
In a instant, the Eagle landed at her left arm as Miria stretched it forward, letting the bird to settle.
Her eyes flickered, going to a lighter tone of purple before a tiny smile forming at her lips.
" I cannot keep this for long. I need to get my own clothing, which is that way.
If you'd like to fallow, I'll be more than glad to return your own soon."
Miria had spoke to the monk, holding tight the coat around her, at some corners still was revealing some of her naked flesh.
Shortly, Miria begun to walk towards the direction she had come from before, her hair swinging along with her steps behind her.
" Please, this way Mister Kind."
Miria whispering only for him to hear her, going past some trees. Indeed, another odd-warm sensation passed at her cheeks.
Damn it.