The young woman languidly stretched out her long coltish legs, "Ughh", she groaned at the voice telling her to rise from her bed. Then the sudden jolt as the bottom of her foot was tickled, "I'm gettin'", she bit at the woman. She didn't want to seem ungrateful, but she had only slept for a few hours at most. The night had been a long one, she knew Mira of-course as she had taken care of Brynhilde for quite some time. Blinking her eyes to the light she slipped her long naked leg out of bed, a nasty bruise covered in thigh, before rising, the sheet held up like a toga around her. "Good Mornin' to you Mira", she said softly, her accent unmistakable. "Hmm it seems like fine weather", it was cool but sunny outside and Brynhilde opened the window, letting the air in. There were several bruises on Brynhilde's back as well, "Don't tell my father Mira", she said softly, as she had asked her to do so many times.<br/><br/>Mira was one of only three people, including Brynhilde who knew about her exploits in the city. She was a hooded shadow creeping along the alleys and rough places, helping those in need instead of robbing them. She allowed the sheet to fall, revealing her naked back to Mira. Her body was muscled in all the right places, but still womanly in those other places a woman needed to look like that. Her bosom stuck out besides her frame as she allowed her hairs to stand on edge from the cold seeping in, her nipples hardened as she looked down into the courtyard. A young stablehand caught her gaze and he looked away with a jerk, like a cat caught being where it shouldn't he scampered off. The edge of a smile sprung around Mira's lips as her body turned towards Mira, "Did you prepare my bath?", she asked before walking away.