"Sahra is about as Human as i am Night Elven, she may look like one but she certainly doesnt think like one. i understand and im glad you wont bar me from doing so again... i love my mother but she can be a pain." she walked into the tent and for a moment froze in place but she recovered quickly and followed. "i understand, kodos are obviously harder to kill then tallstriders. no, im fine, it was a little shocking at first, i didnt think there would be so much."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b300">"hey i just didnt think Zelina needed some seeming stranger hugging her from out of nowhere when she was already afraid. you dont get to punish me for helping your mate, she might have freaked out and pregnancy is a delicate situation in Succubi. i will speak to The'kal before i do so and it may take quite some time to come up with something that will be absolutely non-harmful to any species on this planet."</span><br/><br/>Order looked at Jemma with a slight frown.<span style="color: #ffff00">"real work? so you wouldnt consider realigning a planet's orbit real work? you wouldnt consider mathematical equations that would cover this island to write out real? but picking grass, mixing primitive dyes and weaving simple tools is hard? time consuming perhaps but in no way hard."</span>she looked down at Jemma and shook her head.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "i question your methods. you think that making a being of unlimited power who has spent many thousands of years as a slave do menial, repetative, boring tasks you will better help me learn to enjoy life? would it not do more good better aqqaint me with the rules and customs of this world? will basket weaving help me find someone who i may love and in that love be saved from my hollow existance? The'kal has perscribed mortal friendship and perhaps love, if i can find it, not tasks that will make me long for the black hole that was my cell."</span>she looked up at The'kal with a raised brow.<span style="color: #ffff00"> "is this one mentally challenged in some way i cannot percieve? she makes little sense and prods me as though there are nerves in this body. it is not even flesh, merely matter held in a shape which pleases me in a small way."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>