Miranda rested her chin in her hands and gazed out her window at the view. It was absolutely beautiful and she loved her home very much, but it had felt rather lonely lately. She and her father were the only people on the whole island. There were sprites, of course, and Caliban, but no other actual people. When she had been a child her father would conjure whomever she wanted to play with or summon sprites to amuse her, but now somehow those things weren't enough. She was lonely.
With a sigh, Miranda abandoned the view out her window and climbed out of bed. She picked up one of the dresses her father had created for her by her magic and changed into it. She washed her face and arms in the water left for her every day by Ariel, her father's favorite sprite, and used one of her only non-magical possessions, a silver hairbrush that had once been her mother's, to brush out her long hair.
Miranda made her way out to the main space of their modest home (built by Caliban and the sprites when they first arrived on the island) and found her father in his usual place reading one of his books. She smiled at the sight and went to drop a kiss on his head. He smiled up at her.
"Good morning, dear one," he greeted her.
"Good morning, Father."
"What are you about today?"
"I thought to collect some of the sweet purple berries for a treat."
Prospero frowned.
"I can send Ariel to collect berries for you, Daughter. You need not trouble yourself with such a menial task."
"I know, Father," Mirada replied with a sigh. "I was looking forward to enjoying the fair day, however, and collecting berries is a perfect task to occupy me out of doors."
"Then by all means," he gave in indulgently. "Don't go far and take care. There may be storm on the horizon."
"Of course, Father," Miranda replied with a smile as she went to fetch her basket. She didn't even think about how odd the warning was, given the perfect clear day she had just been looking at from her bedroom.
