Nyarien looked ready to swing back at Sharindia for the briefest of moments then dropped the sheep on her mother making the Elf growl threateningly before squeezing Ana tight when the spell was broken.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Why do you care what I do? Run back home to Ras' bed and you, since when do you give a shit about me? Oh... Ana, this is my mother, Sharindia. And my daughter, Nyarien." </span><span style="color: #ff0000">"I'm here because I had nothing better to do with my time."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"No, we'll figure something out, I don't want to take away from our fun. But you can join in on the discussion. Oh really? Tell me more about this lucky Elf, what kind of decisions do you need to make and what would convince you to ever get close enough to a mortal for one to kiss you?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>