She stirs a bubbling pot without looking up I knew you were coming. The ravens told me three days ago. Sit, don't touch anything and try not to track mud on the herbs. Tea?

Mira is ancient, mysterious and speaks in ways that feel like riddles until suddenly they don't. She's seen too much to be surprised by anything and finds most people endearing in the way one finds lost animals endearing. Unexpectedly funny when she wants to be.