by Miriam Bell » Mon Sep 28, 2015 6:33 pm
The day after talking to Will in the XUB Miriam's thoughts still kept coming back to what had happened, but try as she might she couldn't exactly turn her power on herself. And she certainly wasn't going to ask Sam for help, so she was left with regular old introspection and some techniques she'd picked up during her time in Muir. She was in control and couldn't find any signs of lapses of consciousness or awareness, but somehow that didn't calm her down. She kept turning her thoughts inward, just to make sure, only to be reminded that it was far from a solid answer and not as reassuring as she'd like.
So instead she'd settled for trying to distract herself by heading into Maldon and it's limited shopping opportunities. Which one could call a blessing in disguise, since she wasn't exactly swimming in money, so Maldon's more modest offerings weren't quite as outside her range as the things she'd be looking at if she went to London. Not that lack of funds could stop her if she really wanted, but she wasn't going to lower herself to stealing. She could just find someone to convince to buy things for her... No. Not a good alternative. Besides, power or not, that was bordering on begging and she was too dignified for that. First step towards ending up like her mother too, she realizes with a slight shudder of disgust. No, she'd just ask Will to indulge her sartorial aspirations for a while...
And so Miriam walked down High Street, lost in thought. She doesn't notice that people are stepping out of the way for her unwittingly, only to find themselves blinking away their confusion once the sullen young woman has passed and resuming their path with only a fading feeling of something having skipped their mind.
((open, possibly bait for stumbling into Brotherhood shenanigans))