"Yeah, we probably should investigate but let's finish shopping and get our stuff back home before it spoils. It'd be real helpful if your mother was awake, at least we'd have some idea of who or what caused it. Maybe The'kal will know. But even if we do find out will it really matter? It's been made very clear to us that these people don't care about what we want."<br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"Hey, if I can turn you into a tree to calm you down I think I can turn you from a tree to a horse. Like I said, we'll teach you and you're very lucky to have a friend like me who is able to have both male and female parts. So you'll have all the time you need to get plenty of practice." </span>Elerona looked back at Flora and smiled.<span style="color: #5900b3"> "Your kind are predictable, I'm a mortal and a demon. I'm unpredictable, wild, and your kind doesn't understand the first thing about us."</span><br/><br/>After their conversation Jemma and The'kal joined Order and soon started on their own baskets, but The'kal was having a much harder time than the others.<span style="color: #b300b3">"A story? Well, sometin' short. Dere be a frog sittin' on a river bank, and a scorpid asks it to help it cross. De' frog, not bein' no fool says no 'you gonna sting me'. The scorpid, offended, counters wit' 'nah mon, if I sting ya den we both die'. After a moment de frog agrees and they begin to cross de river. Half way 'cross de scorpid stings de' frog. Now both critters be doomed, when de frog asked 'why ya, sting me, mon? Now we both gonna die'. De scorpid say dis 'it be in my nature'."</span><span style="color: #666600">"I think she wanted an actual story, not a fable heavily muddied by your accent." </span>Jemma growled and threw her basket at The'kal.<span style="color: #b300b3">"Ah seem to remember a certain goddess comin' ta me because of my accent."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>