Three days had passed by in the blink of an eye, Miriá had been isolated in her room, guiding the ship toward Laróm across the skies above the monster-riddled seas of Arká in self exile, during this time nobody had checked on her, and nobody had spoken to her, she'd only suddenly see a meal appear through a mirror rune on her bed, it was a constant reminder of her selfish decision.
"Miriá." Minto called and gave her door two soft knocks. "Can I come in?" He asked, already in the process of unlocking the door, but before the c***k was big enough to allow him entrance she pressed against it and shut it back. "Miriá..."
"Please, leave me alone." Miriá hoarsely spoke while sliding down the door with her back pressed against it and her latest meal tightly gripped in her hand. "Please."
Mint
