by Miranda Weaver » Tue Oct 28, 2014 2:34 pm
It was well after dark. Miranda sat on the cliffside, legs crossed and breathing deeply. Her avatar hovered in the Astral, immediately obvious to any of the telepathically inclined. The avatar had been stripped of its wings and instead wore a long, broad-shouldered cloak that had been trimmed in feathers. The cowl on the hood was pulled low and the cloak was pulled tightly around the avatar as it considered the Astral impression of the sea. In the real world, Miranda moved slightly, indicating that she wasn't fully committed to the non-physical.
((Open))