[ She's not an outdoor kind of girl, by any means, so this entire experience is proving to be quite challenging.
But Mirena is strong of heart and will, and that alone has propelled her to stay alive, to seek refuge and shelter when she needs it and still be able to forage for that she requires. She's long since abandoned any hope of rescue, from this place; it's obvious she's no longer in Wallachia, and from the few people she's managed to speak to, this place draws people from far away locations. All to converge here, in this frozen wasteland, to fend for themselves...which she does, if only for the hope that she will return at some point to her husband and her son, who desperately need her.
(She can't imagine what heartache Vlad must be going through, after the siege on Castle Dracula, finding her gone.)
In her efforts to secure any necessities from outside that she might need, she waits just a moment too long, and the shelter she's found for herself for the night locks shut before she can get inside. She's trapped outside with her satchel and just a few items to keep her alive, but even a medieval princess knows all too well that a container of water and a few packets of rations won't stop her from succumbing to an icy death.
Over the network, her words will be translated into English from what would seem to be - for someone with an ear for languages - an old dialect of Romanian. ]
...I wish to know if someone can assist me...it's cold. [ shuddering. ] So cold, and I've been locked out.
[ wildcard: ] - run into Mirena in any scenario you would choose!
mirena | dracula untold
[ She's not an outdoor kind of girl, by any means, so this entire experience is proving to be quite challenging.
But Mirena is strong of heart and will, and that alone has propelled her to stay alive, to seek refuge and shelter when she needs it and still be able to forage for that she requires. She's long since abandoned any hope of rescue, from this place; it's obvious she's no longer in Wallachia, and from the few people she's managed to speak to, this place draws people from far away locations. All to converge here, in this frozen wasteland, to fend for themselves...which she does, if only for the hope that she will return at some point to her husband and her son, who desperately need her.
(She can't imagine what heartache Vlad must be going through, after the siege on Castle Dracula, finding her gone.)
In her efforts to secure any necessities from outside that she might need, she waits just a moment too long, and the shelter she's found for herself for the night locks shut before she can get inside. She's trapped outside with her satchel and just a few items to keep her alive, but even a medieval princess knows all too well that a container of water and a few packets of rations won't stop her from succumbing to an icy death.
Over the network, her words will be translated into English from what would seem to be - for someone with an ear for languages - an old dialect of Romanian. ]
...I wish to know if someone can assist me...it's cold. [ shuddering. ] So cold, and I've been locked out.
[ wildcard: ] - run into Mirena in any scenario you would choose!