Rachel shook her head and started the long trek back to the surface.<span style="color: #0000ff">"that would be pointless. wandering around to explore the power you inherited and teaching you is acceptable... wandering around indulging in macabre nostalgia is a waste of time i could be spending with my sons or my mates. i do not consider you an inconvenience, i simply do not know what to do with you... you are an adult and i have barely begun to be a mother. if this Animus is capable of taking out Ras, a half Eternal then i doubt us quarter Eternals could even escape it." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ff4d4d">"you deserve someone better."</span>she flopped back as she fought not to cough and her eyes fluttered closed for a moment.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"you smell nice." </span>she looked up and smiled a little.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"like... like a warm summer breeze or something."</span><br/><br/>Ashia was significantly slower in the air but she did catch up eventually and landed nearby. she frowned at the strange coating and shook her head.<span style="color: #404040">"why are you still undead? Order has set up a dozen fountains to restore the undead to life, you just have to dip your mouth into it as though you could drink."</span>she looked down at herself and chuckled.<span style="color: #404040">"i was actually a female Drake at one point and above average size too... but when i refused to do evil my corrupted flight sold me to a mad Troll and she twisted me into this shape. Order perfected the design to alleviate about fifty unpleasant side effects but i never wanted to go back... hands are useful and i have fallen in love with an Elf woman. there are so many kinds of Dragonkin that inventing a new term was rather difficult, Order suggested the name Dragonling and despite multiple people insulting the term they don't offer any replacements and i have none of my own." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>