Astiria nodded a bit and smiled.<span style="color: orange">"That sounds good to me, though I'm surprised you're not trying to argue with me wanting to get some supposedly evil and tainted meat. Is it possible my dear old Tauren has given up trying to argue with such a young and stubborn huntress?"</span><br/><br/>Moya looked down at Ibara for a moment then moved over to the couch where she had been sitting and took a seat.<span style="color: blue"> "Then ask your questions. Most Loa, as you call us, don't get along very well so what happens to one may be ignored or cheered on by another. As such, before I met Dra'tha I had no idea who you were or about the attacks on the lesser spirits." </span>She nodded after a moment and took a deep breath.<span style="color: blue">"Yes, I am Arlokk's second child and oldest daughter, Ras is the youngest. Not that it really matters, we were all slaughtered when mother died. Ras, myself, and our sister Theli were picked as future gods while the souls of our siblings were cast off. Ras will never admit to being related to us and you saw how he reacted when he saw me despite being one of the weakest spirits and me one the strongest. Ras has no memories of his childhood, which is why he loves his father even though it was The'kal who gave him life and a mortal body. The dragon is fine now, though, she needed help escaping her past."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>