"Miro!" The bright tone of the voice brought smiles to the faces of the returning hunting party, especially the name's owner. He turned his head, spying the figure racing down the steps towards him and he separated from the group to greet the girl. Her outfit reminded one of the stories of geniis and djinns from the One Thousand and One Arabian Nights – pointed slippers, poufy harem pants with a long cloth sash, a wrapped tube top partially hidden by a decorative vest and her hair held up in a high braided ponytail with gauzy ribbon streamers tied to the base. All the fabrics of her costume were bright, shiny, or sparkly, a composition that made her seem like a ball of energy. In Miro's opinion, her clothes matched her personality – and more so her gifts – perfectly. But he had time to do little more than let a small, quiet grin – one reserved for her and her alone – slide onto his mouth before she was launching herself at him and he had to move fast to catch her and keep them both on their feet as he spun her around.
"What were they this time? They must not have been very tough – you didn't even have to power up. Oh, why couldn't I go with you? I hate staying here all the time! I barely get to use my powers even! And besides, it's so much more exciting going with you guys when there's things need doing in the world!" her natural ability to talk over a hundred miles a minute, and never once break a sweat, still astounded him sometimes but it never failed to make him laugh. The energetic tirade suddenly cut off when the girl felt a chuckle rumbling in Miro's chest as he hugged her tightly before setting her back on her own feet. She wasn't very tall, only reaching perhaps to his collarbone, but it was enough for her to stand there quietly, her hands resting on his chest as the girl looked up into Miro's face, and he gazed back down into her eyes, now glowing as they had all that time ago when he'd first seen her.
"I missed you, and I was worried." He knew the others had moved off and they were alone, for her voice had softened and lowered, and her face had lost its shine – a shine, he had learned, she put on for the others she loved so dearly. The girl had dropped her head, her hands still resting on his chest. Gently placing his hand beneath her chin, Miro brought her head back up, forcing her to look into his eyes with hers, no longer glowing and starting to mist with strongly held-back tears.
"I'm sorry I made you worry. I won't do it again, I promise." Hearing the familiar apology managed to bring a half-smile back to her face, even though the motion caused the tears in her eyes to spill over onto her cheeks. Miro used his free hand to wipe the offending moisture away on one side of her face, and tilted her head to kiss the corner of her other eye, stopping the flow of tears. Even when her eyes were dry, Miro did not take his lips from her skin, and she tilted her head into his touch. He removed them once to whisper into her ear.
"I missed you too, Djinni."