<span style="color: orange">"Good, you had better. I won't say I ruined my body but I'm definitely not as agile now as I used to be and I'm not too happy about that." </span>She poked him and smiled.<span style="color: orange"> "I think I can trust you to help stretch me back out though... maybe make me even more flexible than before. Oh don't worry about that, I actually make less milk than I should. Nyaka gained three cups sizes and was constantly leaking from the power of the spell. It was a delicious mess... or maybe she just tasted good? I was always fond of female Trolls. The way their hips sway when they walk, how their breasts always seem to defy gravity no matter how old they are, their wild and motherly nature... and those legs. Mmm, if I had a dick I'd probably put that Trollish fertility to the test. So I guess it's a good thing I don't!"<br/>
</span><br/>Moya started to respond but a snarl from The'kal made her fall silent and fold her arms, despite being clearly the weaker of the two she commanded a considerably amount of respect.<span style="color: olive">"I want to be sleeping but I knew you would show up so I had to wait, I called Moya here because I knew you wouldn't be able to harm her but you'd still be drawn to her. She is the goddess of justice, her powers can't be used to harm the pure of heart. Ashia, for all her faults, has a good heart and you would be forcing a fate worth than death on her. You're no better than the ones who came before us and forced us to be gods, you also shouldn't hate us all, many of us aren't fit for being gods but are unable to pass on the power." </span>The'kal shook her head and prepared to destroy the woman's spirit.<span style="color: olive">"She won't. I've put a safe cap on her power, she'll become powerful enough to defend herself and those she cares for, but she'll never become a goddess." </span>She pulled the spirit away from Ashia and shook her head<span style="color: olive">. "If you find any consolation in it, his bloodline died out when he did. I never let him sire another child, and the children he had were infertile. Don't expect to move on just yet though, son my still has to judge you and decide your final resting place." </span>With a glowing claw she touched the spirit and shattered it, reducing it to a faintly glowing gem.<span style="color: olive">"You had such a bright future too, I knew your mother well and it broke to heart to watch her fate play out but it was out of my hands. Go, Moya, find Dra'tha, she may find your visit pleasant. I'm going to bed."</span>The second goddess nodded and left the building then headed for the temple.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>