[Miriam beams at her, a set of carnations sticking out of her hair. She has no idea what's happening or where she is, really, but that doesn't stop her from smiling. Until she finds her mom, she's going to be aggressively friendly. That way she'll find someone who will protect her. It's worked in the past.
Miriam flicks at Barnaby's ears. The dog whines, watching Irisa, tail raised.]
Hope
[Miriam beams at her, a set of carnations sticking out of her hair. She has no idea what's happening or where she is, really, but that doesn't stop her from smiling. Until she finds her mom, she's going to be aggressively friendly. That way she'll find someone who will protect her. It's worked in the past.
Miriam flicks at Barnaby's ears. The dog whines, watching Irisa, tail raised.]
Be nice, doggie. I'm telling you.