<span style="color: purple">"You're the leader of the city and adored by most of your High Priestesses, they have every right to worry about your well being after being attacked."</span>She slapped Ibara's hands down and shook her head.<span style="color: purple">"Yes you are, I own you and your safety is my number one concern. Now stand still, I've never done this before and don't know what to expect."</span>Her hands began to glow brightly and soon a deep purple robe began to drape over Ibara's body. After a few minutes of concentration Ibara was left wearing a robe that looked exactly like her official robes but purple and a pure silver collar around her neck.<span style="color: purple">"Doesn't look like armor, but I like the collar. You should wear that for me more often." </span>She smiled a bit and kissed Ibara's forehead.<span style="color: purple">"You can push forward with your dreams while still doing it safely, my love."</span><br/><br/>Ras shook his head and took a sip of his beer as he walked into the living room. "There's nothing for any of us to work out. Ibara can't live with me even if we both wanted to, she has a city to run and I can't give her the time she needs. I still don't know how to feel about Vyre and I want nothing more than the power to kill Ashia as slowly and painfully as possible."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>