<span style="color: #666600">"Accusing? No, pointing a fact in conversation. I created..."</span>The'kal was silent for several minutes while Elerona moved close to Susan and began to help her through the tests.<span style="color: #666600"> "I created a group that was supposed to help our kind. We weren't supposed to be rulers, we weren't a governing body, we were councilors. The oldest, most powerful of our kind, meant to aid those who were ascending or coming into their power. I couldn't... I never knew the darkness that lurked in the hearts of our people. By time they became... what they are now it was too late, I couldn't stop them."<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: #ff0000">"We have armies at our beck and call, my love. Moving will be a matter of snapping your fingers. Just get what you need and we'll worry about moving it all later. It'll be a long while before our home is built anyways." </span><span style="color: #000000">Nalo nodded and coiled her tail around Morah's again. </span><span style="color: #ff0000">"That sounds good, but I don't think I can do subtle right now. I'm beginning to regret wearing this skirt out. It's comfortable, but you're making me uncomfortable..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>