"i change every day, mother gave up trying to buy me clothes and made it so all of mine grow with me. i dont think Sharindia even knows her true age, i have heard three different numbers, all of them bigger then the last one. oh, well, i guess that makes sense, medicine is for medical use... but it smells edible. actually Amere's drink tasted fine, it was the hang over that made me miserable..."<br/><br/>Flora listened before she nodded.<span style="color: #00b300">"i guess that makes sense then, i suppose they found a way to make the roots have a pleasant texture? because usually they are very rough, almost bristly."</span>Flora rolled her eyes and shook her head.<span style="color: #00b300"> "if i made something to clean the air all it would feed on is the polution, it would likely be a kind of mold or fungus, hardy and easily spread to the sources of polution to devour it at the source... the complicated part is making sure it wont hurt any thing with its spores."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"i wish i could remember such details... i feel so lost being around you, you know more about me then i do."</span>she frowned slightly and bit right through the cocunut and spit it out to keep talking.<span style="color: #ffff00">"two hundred thousand years... gone from my memory? i... that is very troubling. i am not a slaver and i am not a murderer. as for my soul, its existance will be decided here i guess."</span>she frowned slightly and shook her head a little as she listened to instructions.<span style="color: #ffff00">"strange..."</span>she did as instucted, taking Jemma's hand to shake.<span style="color: #ffff00">"hello, i am Order."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>