Order sighed and rubbed her forehead.<span style="color: #ffff00">"these arent the ones... do you listen at all? the ones at the temple fear a misbalance of colors, and would probably benefit from discussing things with you. this lot fear Ashia's kind and are possibly threats to her and her broodmothers."</span>in the meantime the Dragon's mouths were moving but Order was blocking the sound, or rather channeling it into one voice in a series of main points instead of a garbled mess. "she is an abomination... the Blacks cant be trusted... monstrous halfbreed... dont want a new species... another Deathwing"<span style="color: #ffff00">"most of these have been personally harmed by the old Black Dragonflight, their fears are as valid as your's are of the Empress. the few Bronze here have seen timelines where things went bad and i agree with them... if something happened to you things would be bad for Ashia and her future."</span><br/><br/>Britomart smirked.<span style="color: #ff0000">"goo, i meant your turning me to goo... your just so good at this your making me slur like i have been drinking with Dwarves..."</span>she smirked a little once on her feet and finished undressing before pouring the hot water into the tub.<span style="color: #ff0000">"trying to freeze me to death?"</span>she got into the tub with asoft groan.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "i think we will have to arrange to have Whisperia in a constant state of partial arousal... that way your always smelling a horny woman and you wont be able to behave."</span><br/><br/>Kuro shook her head with a frown.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"what has gotten into you? im not disrespecting you and neither is anyone else. your being pushy about people sex lives and you have no right to be doing so."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>