[ The shelter she's found for the night has ample stocks of food, water, and plenty of blankets and other creature comforts; Mirena counts herself as blessed to have stumbled upon it. But no more than an hour after she's made herself comfortable rummaging through the house and eventually removing her boots and socks to warm herself by the hearth, she hears the front door open and shut hard against the icy wind of nightfall.
She's forgotten to lock it.
It's not that she'd begrudge anyone else the right to come in from the cold and seek shelter, but she's not certain of who she can and cannot trust in this place, and while she has not come across anyone particularly dangerous, the fact remains that she has not come across very many people as of yet. Statistics may or not be in her favor.
Barefoot, a woolen blanket still wrapped around her frame, she makes her way through the hall to the front of the residence, hearing a man's sturdy voice call out as she does.
...a very familiar voice. When she rounds the corner he's there - his hair is different, longer and streaked with gray, but for all intents and purposes he could very well be her husband.
Mirena doesn't speak; she just stares, open-mouthed. ]
oh lol is right!!!
She's forgotten to lock it.
It's not that she'd begrudge anyone else the right to come in from the cold and seek shelter, but she's not certain of who she can and cannot trust in this place, and while she has not come across anyone particularly dangerous, the fact remains that she has not come across very many people as of yet. Statistics may or not be in her favor.
Barefoot, a woolen blanket still wrapped around her frame, she makes her way through the hall to the front of the residence, hearing a man's sturdy voice call out as she does.
...a very familiar voice. When she rounds the corner he's there - his hair is different, longer and streaked with gray, but for all intents and purposes he could very well be her husband.
Mirena doesn't speak; she just stares, open-mouthed. ]