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Mira couldn't believe her ears. Her angel had a name. A name to be called by. Aya. The name slipped off of her tongue, soft like a feather. The little girl would remember that name for the rest of her life. The younger female responded to the teen, but her voice was even softer than the brunette's. [color=lightblue]"...Mine is Mira,"[/color] the pinkette mumbled, her answer barely being heard by the sunhat-wearing teen, her face blushing slightly as if she had just told some dirty secret. Mira walked over to the older girl, and buried her face in Aya's stomach, as if embarrassed by saying her own name aloud.