<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>: Camp<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Any<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 52/52<strong>AC</strong>: 15<br/><strong>Active Effects</strong>: None<br/><hr/><br/>To Myra, it was as if Meow had asked her to make the sun rise in the west of for rain to fall upwards. Jas was her master. That was a simple, unbendable truth. he would remain her master until one of them died or an intensive ritual was done to switch the bond to another one. Nothing short of that, not even his  direct orders, could stop that. She shook her head. "Master is my master," she told Meow plainly. "And I will protect him from danger," she added to Lucifel. This was also part of what she was. Not just the core of her being, but the core of the very power that kept her on this world. "But if Meow is Master's mistress for tonight? And Master is not in danger from Meow?" She looked to Jas for confirmation before nodding. "Then Meow is my mistress for tonight, too."<br/><br/>With that resolved, to her own satisfaction, at least, Myra joined Jas on the ground, crawling without shame up to Meow. Or, at least, doing her best to do so int the darkness that surrounded her. She did, however, resist the unseen pressure on her head, until she got telepathic confirmation from Jas that she should submit to it. And so, she did, leaving her head on the ground and ass in the air. "What are your orders, Mistress?" she asked, her voice muffled.