Over the bridge. Each step is the farthest she's been away from home. It's almost exciting, really. A real adventure, and a taste of a world beyond. She can simply reach out and take the world for herself, clench it between her teeth. And yet...

Standing on the bridge is a woman in white, about her age if she had to guess. Delicate. Petite. The sort of girl Mir looks at and assumes it's envy. Why else would her gaze linger? Why would her heart race at the thought? It's aspirational. She speaks in ambition, and she understands only the desire to Be.

That it could be the desire to Have does not occur to her; lust is a base emotion, after all, and is she not better than that? She has never been kissed, and frankly, she's decided she doesn't need to. She wants people to want to kiss her, but delivering on that... That would make her vulnerable.

Mir follows the other girl's gaze for a moment, telling herself that it's because of the pull. And there, in the water, is the glimmer. But in a moment, it's gone.

She glances back up. Pure ivory, the other's fur. It catches the light. Mir had been told once her fur looked as if it were stained with mud. "I think it would take swimming to find out." And that's one thing she's sure she has an advantage on. She wants to impress this girl. Because she wants to impress everyone, surely. "Watch." And with that, Mir dives into the water, searching for the spot of sun. Is the girl watching her? Admiring the motion of each muscle? Mir is a powerhouse. She is divine. She is superior-- that's the reason she wants the girl to watch, clearly.