<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>: None<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 52/52<strong>AC</strong>: 15<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception: 9 https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143294<br/></div></div><hr/><br/>Before Myra could leave, the Summoner named Meow had approached her. She wasn't her master, of course, not like Jas was, but as an ally, she still deserved respect. So Myra paused to see what she wanted. This, to her great surprise, seemed to be to pull down the cloth covering her face and push her lips and tongue against Myra's own. She didn't understand, why did the cat-eared woman do this? It had been such a simple gesture, but it had also caused a strange warmth in her and, even with her and even with the cloth still in place, she could still feel the sensation linger on her skin. And it grew on her mind, despite her best attempts to squelch it, to concentrate on her mission. The climb, thankfully, had been easy enough, but she knew that she hadn't been as quiet or as well hidden as she should have been, as she knew she could be, and even once she reached the top, she knew herself to be... distracted, her attention vague and unfocused, especially as it was distracted by the strange sights that lay before her.