Tyrande took the hand up and nodded a little.<span style="color: #5900b3">"it might take me a few tries to get the level just right, i mean this is what the spell is meant to do."</span>her hands flashed and she floated nearly two feet off the ground before she dispelled it and sank back down.<span style="color: #5900b3">"lets try half power."</span>her hands flashed and Crimzon would feel magic flow through her harmlessly and she floated an inch off the ground.<br/><br/><span style="color: #ffa64d">"you will not. do you have any idea the kind of emotional trauma those people are suffering? they have been stolen from their worlds... lost their friends, their families... do not even joke about such cruelty."</span>she smirked at Nalo and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffa64d"> "nice try, but it will take more clever wordplay then that to get your dick in my mouth so early in the day." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"why is everyone in this timeline so dense... it is you choice if you want to have tea, you could just as easily sit outside on a rock getting pelted with sea mist."</span>she shook her head as she went about pouring the tea and looked at the woman.<span style="color: #ff0000">"as a priestess it is my duty to offer help where i can. one wave of my hand and your scars will be gone, your fingers will work just fine and the sight of your damaged eye will be as good as new... but it is your right to refuse treatment and i accept your answer. do not jump."</span>that last part wouldn't make any sense until Ophidian slithered into the room and kissed the Priestess' cheek and then went about making himself some coffee using an obscene amount of grounds.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>