The door to the clinic opened with a jingle and Angela looked up from filling out the mountain of paperwork on her desk. "Hello, can I help y-" She cut off as she saw the visitor's face. "What are you doing here, Olivia?"

Olivia, better known as Sombra, walked up to Angela's desk, her feet making no sound as she moved. "Aye, chica . It's been a while."

"So it has. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have papers to fill out and patients to attend to-"
"I'm not just here for a social call, Angie. I- uh, can we talk somewhere more private?"

Angela raised an eyebrow, but nonetheless granted Sombra's request, opening the door to her office and letting the woman in. Once Sombra had chosen a seat, Angela sat across from her. "So. What could possibly be so urgent that you would travel all the way here to seek me out?"

"Well, for starters, I heard you've adopted a daughter."
"This is starting to look more and more like nothing but a friendly chat. Get to the point."
"You really are no fun, huh?" Sombra smiled a bit. "But in all seriousness, I've heard she's… not exactly human."
"Your point?"

"It's been a while since a Mythical was born. I'd like to see her. And so would Amélie," she added as an afterthought. "Angie, your kind are dying out. It's important that the rest of them are aware of her existence because-"
"Yes, yes, I'm well aware. We can't die out, yeah." Angela stood and walked over to a nearby coffee machine. "Coffee?"

"Uh, sure."

Angela continued. "I'm not going to cart Hana around the world like some zoo animal on display. She deserves to have a somewhat-normal life, given that her Mythical traits aren't visible unless someone looks very closely. You and Amélie can come back with me if you'd like and meet her, but she's only ten, and still very very shy." She handed Sombra a cup of coffee, along with a couple packets of sugar and milk. "I'll let her decide if she wants to meet everyone, but only after she's had a chance at childhood."

Sombra nodded. "Yeah, I understand. Amé and I will stop by later tonight, alright?"

Angela nodded. Excusing Sombra from her office, she walked back to her desk and grabbed her phone, dialing a number.

The phone at the Zeigler household rang, loudly and intrusively, waking Moira from a midday nap on the couch. Grumbling, she dragged herself off the couch and into the kitchen, picking up the phone on the fifth ring. "Hello?"

Angela's voice came through on the other end. "Moira. Olivia and Amélie are coming over tonight."

"What? Why?"
"To meet Hana, obviously. Somehow word of her existence reached the other Mythicals, so now they're here. It's just those two though, and no one else."

Moira sighed. "Aren't you the one who wanted her to live a life away from the Mythicals?"
"Yes, but in this case, I don't think it can be helped. Olivia is… persistent."
"I see. I'll tell Fareeha to arrange to have guests over tonight. I've got to go pick Hana up soon."
" Ja. That would be great, thank you."

Moira hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "Of course that woman would stick her nose in our business…"

A couple hours later, Angela's car pulled into the garage, and Angela walked into the house, followed by Olivia and another woman with pale skin and golden eyes. "Ah, Fareeha!" Olivia sauntered into the living room upon catching sight of Fareeha's distinctive blue-green glow. "How have you been, amiga ? It's been a while, hasn't it?" She wrapped an arm around Fareeha's armored shoulders, a gesture of what Fareeha guessed was affection.

Fareeha looked at Angela with the most irritated expression she could muster. It hasn't been long enough, if you ask me.

Angela laughed. "Please, Liebling, try to have some manners. Amélie, Olivia, feel free to make yourselves at home." She looked toward the upstairs, where Hana sat in her room. "Hana should be coming down shortly."

As if on cue, the door opened and Hana skipped out, giggling, followed by Moira. As soon as she saw the two strangers seated in the living room, however, she quieted down, quickly darting down the stairs and hiding behind Fareeha. Peeking out, she narrowed her eyes at Sombra and Amélie. "Who're you and why are you in my house?"

Stifling a snort of laughter, Angela gently coaxed Hana out from behind Fareeha. "Hana, these are two… friends of mine who will be staying with us for a couple days. This is Olivia, although she might want you to call her Sombra, and this-" Angela gestured to the other woman, "-is Amélie."

Olivia grinned and waved enthusiastically. Amélie offered nothing but an almost imperceptible nod of her head. Hana slowly approached them, going to Olivia first, and held her hand out. "I'm Hana." After shaking Olivia's hand, she repeated the same with Amélie, but pulled back in surprise when her skin made contact. "Y-your hand- it's cold! Like Fareeha's hand after she stands outside for the entire night!" She paused to think a bit. "But- but Ree is dead so there's no heart to warm her up, is what Angie told me. Are you dead too? Am- Ami-"

"Amélie," the pale-skinned woman spoke in heavily accented English, "and as for whether or not I am dead, some would say yes, I am, and some would argue no, I am not."

Hana squinted at Amélie in obvious confusion. "But how-"

"Hana, dear, Amélie is a vampire." Moira spoke up from where she sat on the couch opposite Sombra. The woman in question shot Moira a hostile glance, but nodded to Hana to confirm the banshee's statement. The girl's eyes widened.

"Wait, so do you actually drink blood? Can you turn into a bat? Do you live by yourself in this huuuuge castle and lure in un- uns- unsuspecting travelers? Do you impale people on sticks outside your house? Are you allergic to garlic?"

Amélie smiled a bit for the first time since she had entered the house. "Aside from the blood-drinking, those are all stereotypes, child. Although…" she trailed off and glanced at Sombra, who had vacated the sofa and was trying to snatch the helmet off Fareeha's armor, "I did live by myself in a 'huuuuge castle' until I met that idiot over there."

"Is Sombra a vampire too, then?"

"I wish I was, but no," Sombra stopped harassing Fareeha and walked over to sit on Amélie's lap, wrapping her arms around the taller woman. "A long, long time ago, I was a hunter. Amélie here was my target, and the only one I've ever failed to kill. And I'd like to think I'm lucky to have her on my side now." She leaned in close to Amélie, and (much to Sombra's surprise, considering Amélie's aversion to public affection), Amélie's lips met hers in a tender kiss.

"Eww! PDA! PDA!" Hana laughed and covered her eyes in mock disgust. Amélie smirked and pulled Sombra in for another sloppier, rougher, more aggressive kiss, her hands wandering up and down her lover's sides as if searching for purchase. Fareeha's posture slumped slightly, expressing her annoyance with the two women about to make a mess of Angela's couch. Metal boots clanked against the ground as Fareeha grabbed Sombra, lifting her up off Amélie and dropping her on the floor. If you two could NOT make a mess on the couch in your first half hour here, and in front of a child no less, that would be great.

"Amiga , I have no idea what you're talking about." Sombra grinned innocently and Amélie returned to her previous composure, sitting up straight on the couch once more. Angela cleared her throat.
" Ahem. As riveting as this conversation is, there is dinner waiting, courtesy of Moira. Amé, I'm sorry we didn't prepare anything for you."
"It is of no concern. I will take my meal later tonight, in private with… a single companion." Amélie looked knowingly at Sombra.

Dinner passed by quickly, with another barrage of questions from Hana about Amélie and Sombra's lives, which the latter was more than happy to answer, with plenty of reminders from Angela to "stop talking with your mouth full, Hana, it's very unladylike." Amélie sat next to Sombra, nursing a glass of wine, watching the shorter woman speak animatedly with Hana. A small smile gradually crept to her lips as Sombra laughed at Hana's jokes and told some of her own, ones that were so incredibly terrible that Amélie found at least a bit amusing. Moira, from the head of the table, gently nudged the vampire.

"I'm glad you've finally found someone who makes you feel happy again. How long has it been since Gérard?"

Amélie swiveled in her chair to face Moira, her expression having gone back to neutral. "A trick of the light, I'm sure."

Moira raised her eyebrows but said nothing more on the subject.

Leaving a disgruntled Fareeha to do the dishes, Hana dragged Sombra and Amélie up to her room, giving them her "grand tour" consisting of the unmade bed, the closet and dresser full of unfolded clothes, and the desk, decorated with stickers. A book on said desk caught Sombra's eye.

"Is Angie teaching you magic, Hana?"
"Yeah! I mean, only a little. I can only move this rock from one side of the room to the other." Hana held up a small black pebble, whispered an incantation, and slowly but surely, it floated across Hana's bedroom, from her hand to the opposite wall. "See?"

Sombra smiled. "That's more than what most kids you age learn, chica. Soooo…" She sat down on Hana's bed next to her, "What are we doing here?"

"Oh. I wanted to ask you about some things because Angie says you always have whatever information we want."
Sombra chuckled. "That I do. What's up?"

Hana thought for a moment. "Can I meet anyone else like us?"

Amélie laughed darkly, making herself comfortable slotted up against Sombra. "Trust me, there are some that it'd do you good to stay away from."

"Oh hush, Amé, I won't introduce her to anyone Angie and Ree aren't friendly with. Relax." Sombra pulled her phone out and began to swipe through pictures. The first one she showed Hana was of a woman with brown skin that faded into orange scales in some places. Horns came out of her skull and wrapped around the back of her head. She was smiling in the photo, and was making something out of what Hana thought was thin air. "Satya Vaswani, the Dragon. She's one of my oldest friends, actually, she's the one who made it so that I could live with Amé for as long as I have." She smiled at Amélie again, then pulled up another photo.

By the time Angela came to tuck Hana in, Sombra had introduced her to many of their fellow Mythicals, those who lived life away from the prying human eye. Through pictures and videos, she told Hana about the oni brothers, Genji and Hanzo, the former of whom was traveling with the mysterious monk, Zenyatta. Hana learned about the fish-man, Akande Ogundimu, residing in the swamps near Lake Victoria in Kenya, and the werewolf McCree, who, according to Amélie, "somehow looks and dresses less ridiculous as a wolf than as a man." Unfortunately, Sombra's tales came to an end as Angela ushered them out of Hana's room.

"Hey Angie? Y'know all those people Olivia and Amé were telling me about? Can I meet them sometime?"

Angela sighed. "Maybe when you're older. You've still got a whole life ahead of you, Hana." She planted a gentle kiss on the girl's forehead, earning a giggle in return. "Get some rest, Schatzi. Remember, you've got school tomorrow." Leaving Hana in her bed, she left the room, flicking off the light switch by the door as she exited.

Fareeha stood in the hallway outside Hana's room, arms crossed, waiting for Angela. Amélie and Olivia, huh, It's been a while since we saw them. One hundred years?
Ninety-six, to be exact, Angela replied in sign. And if I'm being honest, I don't particularly dislike their company. I enjoy yours much more, however. She wrapped her arms around Fareeha's metal chassis, and grinned as she was picked up and carried, bridal-style, to their room.
Fareeha set Angela down and inclined her helmet in what Angela could only assume was a smile. I'm glad they have each other, and I'm even more glad I have you. She took Angela's hand and pressed her helmet against it, prompting a soft giggle from Angela.

You hopeless romantic.