[centre][b][h1][color=ec008c]Myra[/color][/h1][/b]
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[b]interacting with[/b] Alexander [@Crono], Sombra [@Vicier]
[b]Location[/b]Callie Lenson’s Inn[/centre]

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While Myra usually responded to her son’s humor, today she didn’t. [color=ec008c]”No, she was in the window”[/color] Myra said instead, reaching the door, and watching as Alex went on ahead, opening the door, not even knocking. [i]My son, I have taught you well[/i] She thought to herself, when all else failed, you just did what was necessary. Myra stood by the door, not entering the room, hesitating. 

Best to see how Sombra would respond to Alex. However she responded, it was a fair bet that Sombra would react entirely opposite to her. Glancing to Arlo, who was still sniffing about, seeming following an imaginary scent. Leaving the puppy to his own devices- what was going to happen was certainly not anything he needed to see, that was for sure. She was on the verge of deciding to simply let Alex having a few moments, unhindered by her, with his sister. Alex did deserve that, the way they greeted each other, the accents… it squeezed Myra’s heart, something painful in her chest, that didn’t seem to dissipate. 

Her children… They could hate her all she wanted, but seeing them together would always fill her heart. Which was ruined in a handful of words, not even two sentences really, by her daughter. 

[color=FCBA7C]“..it’s been much too long, brother- really… you should learn to keep in better contact…”[/color]

The words were almost like a knife to the heart, as if it was their fault that they hadn’t said a word to her in five years, as if it were them that had left? It sent anger coursing through her once more, and with another glance to Arlo, she stalked into the room. She resisted, by pure strength of will, slapping Sombra like she was a naughty child, although it was a close thing. Her gaze roamed over Sombra quickly, her heart seeming to skip a beat, at the love, and the almost necessary want to embrace her daughter that welled up in her, but she pushed it all aside. 

She took in the smirk, the amusement on Sombra’s face, knowing that the girl was enjoying this, just another game. 

Myra hadn’t come to play. She come to win. 

Her hand snaked out, and she gripped Sombra’s arm tightly, to try and force Sombra to look at her, waiting until she had. [color=ec008c]“A bit impossible to do, Sombra, when you left us no means of doing so”[/color] The words were said in anger, and in a tone that Myra had rarely used with her children. Her siblings, yes, but rarely her children.