[open] I'm Gonna Own This Curse[Any]

[Viszla]

Myrna suffocate the fire  i started-------------------- right when it kindles The young stallion is polite, quickly introducing himself and confirming Myrna’s assessment. He is the Pangean’s son, and his father had sent him here to… His voice trails away, leaving Myrna curious to know if he is intentionally withholding information, or if perhaps he is as puzzled by the need for his presence here as she had been. How much had his father trusted him, she wonders? Enough that he might have been sent here as some type of spy? That had been her first concern after reflecting on her agreement with Zain. She has not dismissed it entirely, and yet contemplation had led her to positivity, as it often does. She chooses to think that his father does not want him for his goodness, and hopes that perhaps in the right environment the boy might grow to become more capable of resistance. She is hopeful, too, that the Gates might be such a place. “I am Myrna,” she replies, keeping her introduction short as she eyes the bay pegasus cantering toward them. He is a stranger to her, though he is clearly known to Eviction. That he does not smell of Pangea keeps her from becoming too wary, but enough so that she falls back on the cool facade she’s so carefully curated over the years. “Jack,” she repeats, “I was just telling Eviction that I am Myrna, and that we have been looking forward to his arrival.” At this her blue-grey eyes return to those of the younger stallion before she continues: “The trade agreement between the Gates and Pangea that brought you here need not restrain you. While you reside with us, you are as free as any other resident to come and go as you please.” @ Eviction @Jack in the Box