<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/i9andSB.jpg)</div><strong>Myra</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2081205)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Tamithari, Jas<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 52/52<strong>AC</strong>: 15<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><hr/><br/>Myra startled when Tamithari approached and felt ashamed. She was the one who was supposed to be sneaking up on people, not others sneaking up on her. But as the fox-eared woman had surmised, she had been staring into the streaks. Deep, deep into them, she could almost.. sense something. Something that couldn't be seen by eyes, something that called to the mad thing in her that was what she truly was. Something that...<br/><br/>Jas's words in her mind snapped Myra out of her thoughts, perhaps saved her from whatever dark path they were taking her to. No, the thing in her was her and she would be it again, but not now. Now, she had a master and a duty. She swung her attention out from the rift and beck to what could be see bellow, letting her gaze be directed by Jas's thoughts. His presence in her was warm and comforting, though she wasn't sure if it was due to the link they shared or from the knowledge that she was fulfilling her duty.