A black car pulled up to the meeting place and Mira slid out of the backseat with a bag of her things. Messy brown hair, long and tangled that she pushed away from her face, reflective aviators to hide the sun from her reddened eyes, tan skin dotted with small freckles, and an off the shoulder shirt barely hanging on for dear life with very hole filled jeans and boots. She wasn't exactly the image of someone headed to a castle. As the car drove off, she flipped it off, not caring if her mom could see it or not but doing so anyway. Coughing a bit, she rubbed her temple, bright white teeth emerging as she snarled a bit from a slight headache and waited.