Thread: The New Girl in Town- Moon/Tinything

With her experience, she could only so very much agree with Liliya's words. People tend to judge, when there was something they didn't understand. She smiled down to Tim Tim when Liliya spoke of him, continuesly petting the little attention seeker, as she listened to Liliya. Some strains of her hair was covering her eyes lightly, as she turned her gaze back towards Liliya, when she mentioned stealing, and she snickered lightly. Yeah, I guess they should. I tried both, I must admit. Don't tell them, though. I didn't steal any of it either, some of the other kids did. She explained, smiling. She wasn't awkward or careful about this, easily and quickly admitting to the fact. Didn't like the taste of tobacco, and never really felt the need for alcohol, to enjoy a party. So I never started drinking or smoking any of it, like some of the other kids do at parties and in secret. She shrugged her shoulders a bit, smiling back up to Liliya. As Tim Tim butted it's head against her chin, she giggled lightly and granted him the attention he craved, gently scratching his chest, as she stroked her cheek against the side of his head. Well. They don't have to understand. As long as they learn to allow, and respect it. Which they do with time. They don't try to scold me as much anymore. She smiled, wiggling her nose against Tim Tim's. When questioned about her mother, she gazed up wtih a light smile, making it clear she didn't mind the question. And she had already been prepared to answer, just when they where interrupted. Miriam shook Liliya's hand, and lead Tim Tim off her lap, just as he himself leaped off to Liliya. She nodded and smiled with the offering to come by the day after. Thanks, I'll look forward to it. I'll tell you about my mom tomorrow, alright? Oh, and thanks for the tea. She thanked, waving lightly before turning around on her heels, heading towards the shrubbery. But on her way she paused, her mother already making her way inside. Miriam turned around to gaze back towards Liliya, with a gentle smile. Oh yeah, by the way! Love your hair. It's beautiful. She called just loud enough to make sure she'd hear it, before turning around, leaping over the rather tall shrubbery, her hands holding her up from the branches, avoiding any damage to her clothes. And as Miriam had told, it happened. It was just a simple evening, where the little family Miriam, her father Jake, her step-mother Angelia and step-brother Sack, sat and talked about the week to come. Miriam was the youngest of the two children in the family, being in her late 17, nearing her 18th year. Her brother was 19, and was working on getting a place to live, so he could move out. Miriam was scolded, just a little, for leaping over to Liliya the way that she did. She wasn't told to stay away, but told it wasn't wise to talk to stranger. The usual thing. Miriam shrugged it off, but still accepted the advice. She explained she wouldn't have done it, if she actually felt any sort of threat from the stranger. But she explained Liliya as a beautiful, intelligent and nice Lady. And that they shouldn't judge her on the way she dressed, and brand her a bad influence that way. Her parents agreed, but it was clear they where still skeptical. After dinner, it had been planned that Sack and Miriam could, for the first time, handle themselves for the next week, their parents both going on business trips two days later. Miriam had been gleeful that she'd been allowed to take care of herself this time, actually feeling trusted, for once. And Miriam head off to her room, where she jammed a bit on her acoustic guitar, then incorporating a bit of that to her electric guitar, recording it, and then started playing with some sampling on her laptop, while watching videos on her stationary. General teenage time wasting, before it was time for bed. She went to bed neither late, nor early. She didn't have to go to school, nor did she so often stay up all night. As much as she dressed rebeliously, she was a sensible, smart girl. She tended to her body, to her sleep and school. When she went to bed, she sat down on the edge of it for a while, wearing a dark red night gown, pulling her necklace off her neck. The necklace wore an emblem, made of a circle, a half heart inside of it, and a set of wings behind it. The half heart, hadn't always been half. But almost as if it was meant to be broken off, half of the heart had broken off, a few days after her real mother had left. She reached for the upper drawer of her bed stand, picking up the small piece that'd broken off. She didn't frown while gazing at the emblem, but instead smiled lightly. She missed her mother, but she'd gotten over her sorrow, realizing there was probably a reason to her disappearance. Miriam proceeded to sigh, and moved under her blanket to let herself flow of to sleep.