<span style="color: #b30000">“You really do need a lesson in respecting your elders. I said the wine was fine now leave it at that. If I want something else you’ll be the first person I tell.” </span>Athena frowned at Ophidian and projected her feelings onto him, he would learn she hadn’t eaten in days and her last meal was a gathering of fruits and grain. He would also feel her fear of him and Nyarien and disgust in Leena though she was doing her to fight them down.<span style="color: #4d4dff">“N-no, I’m fine… but if you’re going to make more I would take some.” </span>Whether intentional or not she was broadcasting her emotions to him so despite what her instincts said he would be able to help her if she needed it.<span style="color: #b30000">“Your ass is getting bigger from a lack of exercise. Not that I mind, gives me more to grab.”</span><br/><span style="color: #a64dff"><br/>
“Well… I’m glad I don’t have feathers then. I’m a grown woman and having hair is part of that, I’ll keep it presentable for Isabell but I won’t shave it bald. Not even for her. I will take your story as a warning for the future though, I plan on sampling the men and women of your people so I would like to know what to expect.”</span>She nodded and went back to her seat to finish eating.<span style="color: #a64dff"> “Sure. I hate that death box so the slower you drive the better.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>