by Miranda Weaver » Tue Jul 22, 2014 5:00 pm
Miranda's avatar was seated in a similar position to her physical one, but the avatar had large feathered wings on its back. As Sam brushed past them, she was hurried along by good-natured feelings as if she was being encouraged that she had somewhere to be and things to do and they couldn't possibly wait. The cloak her avatar had previously worn had shortened to just a hood with a short drape around her shoulders. Probing it returned a quiet contemplative front, backed by Miranda's intense stubbornness. Her toga/robe had an almost ceremonial feel to it. Her bow and the sword were not in evidence, but Sam could sense that they weren't far.