@heilengel
She has a million and a half soft spots. Miriam really, is one of the kindest gods that come about, though her ability to offer blessings is a difficult one, especially here. Despite that, she does try, though her efforts at times seem a little bit silly. This is one of those silly moments, where she’s trying to coax a strange young man out of melancholy state. It’s a bit of a song and dance really, but she leaves the fellow smiling as he gets going, leaving Miriam to catch her breath and glance down to her hands, only to be startled by a stranger.
“I’m sorry,” she flusters immediately, flower petals falling from her hair. Her distraction has left her a bit scattered. “My bag’s taking up like all of the bench. Shit, you weren’t waiting to sit, were you?”
