
Mikoto Thomas
The young Civilian woman
Mikoto is making her weekly shoping rounds for her breakfist and dinner for the next week. The young woman smiles and waves to the city folk that say hello to her, while holding her groceries with one arm.
She paused at the fountian near the center of the town and sat down on the old fountain to relax for a moment. She let out a sigh, one of the few sounds she makes with her voice, and looked into the fountain aimlessly almost. She starts to think about why she does not speak like her mother, is it just a trait of their's? Or is it a curse? Ether way, she seems to be doing fine with out speaking at the moment.