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[topofadmiration]

[The door to Miranda's room is wide open. Its inhabitant is perched on the windowsill, the window flung open and her legs dangling out. She is leaning out as far as she can, to best catch the feel of the snow. It is, perhaps, a somewhat precarious position, but she does not notice.]

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[wonderfulboy]

*Peter is flying around outside, trying to dart between the snowflakes. he waves cheerfully when he passes Miranda's window*

[topofadmiration]

"O!" She waves in return, holding fast with her opposite hand.

[wonderfulboy]

*grins* Hallo! Who are you?

[topofadmiration]

[smiles] Miranda. Art thou a spirit?

[eyrienprince]

Well, here's someone who does notice. The Eyrien Prince who has appointed himself her older brother pokes his head in the room, noticing the open door, and then blinks and says in a voice a little sharp with alarm, "Miranda, what are you doing?"

[topofadmiration]

She starts at the unexpected sound, but turns and smiles. "Sitting, sir."

[eyrienprince]

"You could call me Lucivar, you know," he says a little peevishly. "Don't lean out like that. You'll fall off."

[topofadmiration]

"I shall not," she replies, almost stubbornly. "I shall hold tight."