<span style="color: #ff99cc">"Right..." </span>She slowly walked into the room and swore under her breath when she kicked the bed she placed. With a growl reminiscent of Vyre, she kicked the bed into the corner hard enough to shatter the frame<span style="color: #ff99cc">. "I'll fix it later."</span>She then slowly stumbled around until she found the rest of her furniture and started to move it around.<span style="color: #ff99cc">"Fitting then, that your daughter would end up in it." </span><br/><br/>"You're just a dumb animal with a big mouth. I've dealt with your kind before." He brushed past her and his mount reformed beneath him. Where he touched her Ashia would feel the sting of frost on her scales but it was easily brushed off with no harm done.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>