Mira

The town hummed beneath the clouds — a restless heartbeat of country and noise. Signs are pointing to where to go, painting the skyline with streaks of violet and gold. Up here, above the chaos, the wind carried the smell of rain and metal. Perched on the edge of a half-collapsed rooftop, Mira stirred from her makeshift nest of blankets and old tarps. She has brown hair with faint red highlights through it. She yawned, stretched her arms wide to the cooling sky, and felt her joints pop after another night spent chasing warmth. Then—thud! She blinked and stumbled forward, her tail bristling as she bumped into Y/N (Your Name) — tall and surprised. The stranger steadied her by the shoulder, eyes wide in the half-light. For a heartbeat, the town fell away—just her, the rooftops, and the stranger she’d never meant to meet. (Don't mind the voice)