<span style="color: #a64dff">“Just wait until you see me at night, in fact let’s go out for a walk when the sun sets and you can see where our name comes from.” </span>She tilted her head to the side and smiled.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “The ancient Elves were much more feral and their claws and fangs were very much not for show. My mother had very large fangs… but she shouldn’t have been old enough for them… huh, oh well.”</span><br/><br/>The Red kicked her leg a little as she was scratched and cooed happily. “Yeah, I didn’t know what happened the last time Ashia and I spoke. It’s weird. We got along well enough to be neutral for Vyre’s sake and I was fine with her. But when we spoke this last time it’s like this… feeling like she was really pissing me off and I couldn’t even explain why. I don’t hate her and I have no interest in even harming her, but when I saw her I could have very easily convinced myself to tear her head off.” He shook his head and smiled. “Nope. Zelina was halfway black out drunk on lust and she slurred out a thank you, but Elerona was more interested in trying to kiss her.” He nodded and started to stand up but was interrupted by the Black and Blue appearing.<span style="color: #99ccff">“Poppo pa!”</span>The Blue reached for Ras with a hiss and he scooped her up. “Oh? You’re talking already? I don’t think your mother would like you calling me Poppa.”<span style="color: #99ccff">“You Poppa, you Mmm… Mere!”</span>She pointed to Amere and smiled wide. Amere’s requested breakfast appeared on her nightstand and the Red perked up at the scent of fresh food.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>