The images flashed before Rune's eyes again and time seemed to pass rapidly. A few years had gone by and Miriam was in her early teens. She looked to be twelve years of age, just like Rune had initially seen, only her smile had not yet been broken. She was naked again, and her figure was now beginning to resemble that of a woman's just a little bit. She was still very much a kid, but looking more like the Miriam he knew today.
She was almost naked again, and wandering the cold crystal streets of Lumiere like always. It was inevitable that Miriam would grow out of the clothes Grampy had gifted her. Nothing in the world lasted for ever. She had salvaged what she could, combining the chest wrap with the loin cloth and tying the two together. Her chest would be exposed, but she could at least cover up between her legs. The glistening red fragments of Grampy's carapace now hung from the hip with left over scraps as a memento.
