Firefly Glen the warm sunlight on my skin.

These days, Mira's heaviest concerns lied in the potential of disappointing Mother. 

Hydra would not have to ask it of her: Mira was a cruel little devil child, but she could easily behave where necessary, falling cleanly into the row in which she belonged. When they arrived, Mira's gaze swept almost judgementally across the little stick-and-bones woman Mother had brought them to meet the children of. She did not look like Mira's vision of strength. 

Then toxic yellow fell to the other children. An unremarkable boy, an unremarkable girl. One girl who looked especially grumpy, to which Mira wondered why- and a final girl, whose coloration was quite unique. Mira's gaze brushed over her like any other, but Luli left a more memorable impact on her than her siblings. 

Still, the dust grey and black girl's expression was intriguing... Mira did not wish to think of it as disrespect. When Mother looked to her children to encourage them forward, that was signal enough for the black serpent. There was little hesitance as she moved forward, immediately heading to Haoming rather confidently with the interest of familiarizing herself with her scent- perhaps, she thought, that might provide some insight to her expression.