Ashia looked at Miriam for a moment before she shook her head.<span style="color: #404040"> "what part of 'my children have been massacred' makes you think i am in a joking mood? is it just not sinking in or do you think a little word play will clear up twenty dead children? your damned right i am serious."</span>she shook her head with a quiet huff.<span style="color: #404040">"she did clean up after The'kal. she took over all of The'kal's work in the village without being asked, she restored my health without being asked and she saved two of those twenty-two unlucky children because they were the only ones she could save. then she killed the other twenty before they could ever know pain, imprisoned her own mate and went to drink herself stupid over what she was forced to do. in all honesty i am not ready to see Order nor do i think she owes me anything else." </span><br/><br/>Inaara frowned deeply and shook her head.<span style="color: #a64dff">"for starters Miriam is an adult woman perfectly capable of taking care of herself. but now we are going to talk about Ashia because having spent the last three weeks reading her mind, she is a little simple but she does think a lot. first Ashia has looked for Miriam twice, both times she found the house that Miriam was supposed to be living in empty with no word as to where Miriam had gone. Ashia's ability to travel is astounding but her ability to search for one then Human woman across the face of Azeroth is pretty much nil. you can't expect her to take care of someone she cannot find. as for Ashia's feelings about her children, this is how she feels about the twenty that were recently killed."</span>her eyes turned pitch black as heartache beyond anything Spite had ever felt ripped through her, wracking her entire body. it only lasted a moment but it would likely leave the Blue feeling sick to her stomach to go with the tears.<span style="color: #a64dff">"does that clear up how you think she feels about her children? i can't show you how she feels about a live one, there aren't any that she knew of the last time i saw her."</span>Inaara crossed her arms with a quiet sigh.<span style="color: #a64dff">"who said you had to leave your kids? he is a kind, loving man, if you two hit it off i am sure he wouldn't mind helping you care for your clutch, he loves children, he might even come to love them as his own. but what do i know, i am just a twenty-thousand year old mind reading Priestess with quite literally nothing better to do then try to help what few people i come into contact with... i just prefer the brute force approach, i am too damned old to deal the the stupidity of youths." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>