<div style="text-align: center">Myryrra's eyes follow the imps to their master, who is now beckoning her over. She gravitates towards the seat to the right of Alora, observing the one who claimed the left with wonder. Judging by the seating she had to imagine it was family member -  a sister or cousin, maybe? Her gaze drifts away from the beauty and towards her soon-to-be lover. With a gentle smile, the elf glances up at the two imps who were peacefully hovering nearby. <br/>
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Looking back at Alora, Myryrra begins to speak. "They didn't cause too much trouble." She answered, somewhat truthfully and took a sip of water from her glass. " But would you tell them to be a little more polite next time? It's scary to have them barging in while I'm in the bath." Myryrra said, resting the crystal flute back on the table. Once more the elf girl finds her eyes looking at the other woman. She was growing impatient waiting on Alora to introduce the two of them.<br/>
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"Alora, is this your sister?" Myryrra asks, blinking innocently between the two of them.​</div>