[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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A whine was enough to distract Myra, at least for a few seconds, the scared sound coming from the hall way as Arlo skittered away from the door he’d been coming towards, the flash of the pup’s tail the only indicator as she turned towards the door slightly. She frowned, wondering what could have spooked the pup so much, the low growl only just catching her attention, turning back towards Sombra, clearly beyond angry, now. Well, Myra wasn’t feeling too chipper either. And still, Myra was adamant that nothing could excuse no contact, not even a message, in five years. Perhaps Sombra had never thought to face the consequences of those actions. 

Keeping her attention on Sombra for now, and trusting that Arlo wouldn’t get himself in trouble, Myra turned her attention fully back towards her daughter. A fine investigator, Myra's attention was soon brought to the blood dripping to the ground, unable to fathom just where it was coming from. Even gripping her nails tightly to her palms, Sombra wouldn't be able to cause that much blood to fall. Her attention once more distracted, by Sombra's words, she looked back up, her own words falling from her mouth without much thought,[color=ec008c]"I risk my life every day, Sombra. It's kinda my job or maybe the title "Chief of police" doesn't give that away"[/color] things only seemed to get worse, as Sombra continued to talk, continued to try and excuse everything she had done. And all it was doing was making Myra angrier, and more than a little hurt [color=ec008c]"And not only am I that, but I'm your mother, and it’s my job to protect you!"[/color]

She let her own gaze meet Sombra's, until Sombra looked aside, to Alexander, but for a moment, Myra was sure that she had seen something. Shaking her head, she gave a sigh, just wanting this to be easy, for once. It never would be, though. Sombra was always sure that Myra was criticizing her, that she didn't understand. And Myra couldn’t understand where she had gone [i]wrong[/i], what she had ever done to give Sombra that impression to begin with, and she’d never been able to fix it, and it didn’t seem like she ever would be able to. 

Letting the wallet fall where Sombra threw it, Myra just looked to her, her voice weary as she said [color=ec008c]“Well, I’m glad the threat of prison finally got you to clean up your act, because I never could. And you still avoid the reason [i]why[/i] you left, with no contact for five years!”[/color]