Past Tense Miranda pried her eyes open, managing not to scream as she tore herself away from the nightmare. Sitting straight up in the unfamiliar bed, the courier panted heavily as she ran both hands through the tangled mess of her hair, matted from the cold sweat that made her sheets uncomfortable to the touch. Reassuring herself of the fact that it was just a dream and catching her breath for a moment, Miranda could already feel the painful warmth of tears stinging her stormy gray eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks. "Why?" the girl sobbed, muttering rhetorically, bringing her knees up under her chin and hugging them to herself as she dropped her head down, "Why did they do this to you daddy? How could they be so cruel..." A quiet knock at the door caused Miranda to glare in agitation, her eyes narrowing as the door to the guest room swung open without invitation and two of Erika's kimono clad assistants came into the room amidst a rapid conversation and amused smiles. "Can I help you?" Miranda inquired of the two blurry images, one deep blue, the other an almost emerald green, trying to hide the sniffle she let out by wiping the both the tears sleep from her eyes. "We're here to bring you breakfast and to help you get ready for today," replied the one in green, her voice carrying a thick, but not completely incomprehensible accent. "I'm not hungry," the courier replied, taking her glasses of the nightstand and pushing them up her nose. The two blurs came into focus and smiled in amusement. "Oh, don't be silly," the girl in blue laughed, her long yellow hair tied in a single thick braid, bringing over a silver tray laden with food, "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." "You have no idea how much I despise that expression," Miranda muttered, straightening out her nightshirt and finding the tray straddling her legs despite her objections. "I'll go and run your bath for you," the dark haired one in green replied, undaunted by the courier's morning grouchiness as she crossed the room and slipped into the small bathroom. "You really should have put your hair up or something," the blond girl in blue commented, her tone concerned despite Miranda's irritated sideways glance. "It's fine," the courier replied, taking up the glass of orange juice she'd been given and letting it press against her dry lips, giving Miranda barest semblance of life. The girl in blue sighed in dismay, taking out a hairbrush before sitting down beside Miranda. "You have such lovely hair," she replied, taking the long, raven black locks in her hands and trying to untangle them as Miranda leaned forward a little, feeling suddenly embarrassed by the physical contact, but making no outward protest. "Th-thanks," she stammered, sipping the juice and holding it in her mouth to rid herself of the unpleasant taste of morning from it. "You should really take better care of it, though," the girl continued, holding the courier's hair out and brushing it carefully from underneath, "with these tangles it's probably twice as long as it seems." Miranda chuckled, the sound of rushing water from the other room soon accompanied by the girl in green's renewed presence. "Well, if you do get them out, and is actually twice as long, I'll just hack the last few inches off again with a pair of scissors," said Miranda with a shrug, causing both her attendants to stare back at the courier in abject horror, scandalized by the thought. "What? Something wrong?" Miranda inquired, braving a piece of toast as the two shook their heads at her in dismay. "Our Lady Erika was right," the blond girl sighed heavily, her expression becoming glum, "You do need our help." "Help?" The blue clad attendant nodded in agreement. "Finish your breakfast, have your bath, and let us take care of the rest," she instructed, causing Miranda to smile at the girl's Motherly tone. "Alright, already," the courier agreed with a chuckled, "bring it on..."
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