by Miranda Weaver » Sun Nov 02, 2014 11:16 am
Miranda reclined in the sauna, adjusting her goggles slightly to make them more comfortable as the rest of her basked in the steam. She let her mind wander, her thoughts walking a series of scattered pathways that made no individual or collective sense, but that void was somehow comforting to her. Those walking by the sauna might pick up strange mental images of meadows, metal corridors, and the clash of swords. Those with some telepathic talent would pick up the source in the sauna.
((Open))