<span style="color: #b300b3">“Would you like me to get on my knees and beg you to forgive my servant? Would that be the kind of apology you seek?” </span>She stood back up and smiled.<span style="color: #b300b3">“Unfortunately I only get on my knees for your mother.”</span>She slowly arched her eyebrow and folded her arms.<span style="color: #b300b3">“Really? And you’re a mortal with too little power and too much attitude. But Emily was given very clear instructions to give a key to anyone who wants to visit this continent. If she failed to do that then I do owe you a proper apology and I will be punishing her for causing you undue pain. Well I won’t hold you here any longer, you won’t be able to teleport directly into the house. And even if you could it’s likely Vyre would kill you. But there’s a landing just outside Ashia’s home, when you enter the shadows to teleport you should see it. It’s been made to glow so a little teleporting child can find her way home.”</span>She looked pointedly at the Black hatchling who had one of Frank’s boots in her paws. The whelp froze when she was spotted and hissed in warning at Leeta before running away awkwardly with the boot in tow.<span style="color: #b300b3">“A bit feral, that one.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>