Unforgivable

[Miranda Frost]

But first, a drink or two before the long, tireless trek. 

 Miranda twisted the flyer, rolling it up neatly and stashing it within her coat. She'd return to her seat, the silver metal of her hand reflecting the flickering light of the oil lamps the bar used to provide light to the otherwise dark, drunken mess of a watering hole. The thick cigar smoke that masked the air around her. She'd bring the glass of strong, amber liquid to her lips, the warming drink warming her as it traveled its way down to her core. By the time she set the down, it had become an empty, scratched shell of what it was before. What a pity. 

 Wiping the remains from her lips, she'd stand. Her heavy steps across the wooden floor rattled the nearby tables and glasses that stood among her path, yet ignored. Just as her life has been up to this point. She had taken part in important events, but who among those she had met actually remembered her name? For this reason, she felt out of place. She had yet to find a reason to belong here. Helping the Gorons to defeat the dragon tyrant Volvagia was something that gave her joy if not a sense of accomplishment. A few who had fought beside her dubbed her an "Angel of Fire". She had made sure the gorons put under her care would be free of the smallest of scratches. And then there was Zack. As much as she hated to admit it... she did hold a slight, miniscule crush for him. Who could really blame her? He was always uplifted and energetic. No matter their hardships, her made the best of them. He was strong, skilled, everything she could hope to achieve as a warrior, a soldier.

 Perhaps in curing this fiery realm of her brother could she find the drive to seek him out. 

 Or she could do something else. That was cool to.