It seems
curious to her, that a woman like her would say such a thing—truth is, Misty
Day amazes Moira at every turn, from her precarious way of living to her
blessed power that brought her back from the death. To Moira, she doesn’t even
seem human,
an almost ethereal presence there to guide her, and as silly as it might sound,
to protect
her. There’s just something incredibly comforting about her voice, and not
even the dangers of the bayou she inhabits seem enough to make Moira feel
uneasy.
Thus, upon
hearing those words, she cannot help but raise her gaze, clear shock visible in
her eyes—yet a soft smile curves on her lips, and she finds herself laughing,
not out of mockery, but out of bashfulness. It is not on Misty’s nature, she
has learned, to lie or coat her words
with sugary nothings, and so Moira knows she’s being honest.
“I hardly
think of myself as such, miss,” Moira has never been vain, and no matter how
bitter she may feel right now, that hasn’t changed, “if anyone makes others speechless,
it’s you. I think…you know? I think more people should get to know you, miss Misty. I’m sure my mother
would be delighted with you…” is this her way of suggesting Misty should return
to the civilization with her?
