<span style="color: #ff0000">"With pleasure."</span>She squeezed Morah's hand softly and lead her down the coast line.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Hooves aren't very good for walking in sand. I may need to reconsider future dates with you." </span>Eventually they came to a small rocky area along the shore where a blanket was already laid out for them.<span style="color: #ff0000">"We have a couple hours before the tide starts to come in. There's no rush and we're far enough away from everyone else that we'll be left alone."</span><br/><br/>Aerin shushed Elune and shook her head.<span style="color: #00b300"> "Look. I don't care. God or not, Elf or not. You look like an Elf, he looks like a Troll, I'm just a simple alchemist and that makes you an Elf and a Troll to me. And I'm okay with that, I don't need deep explanations or proof of anything else."</span>Ras looked up at the moon then moved to lean against Elune. "You people are fucking nuts, but if you're powerful enough to make it safe for the people there I'll trust you. Even if Order is just an uglier version of Crimzon with undeserved power." Aerin looked at the moon in disbelief and slowly shook her head.<span style="color: #00b300">"That's an illusion, right? You Elves seem to love your magic... but if it's not..." </span>She looked between Ras and Elune for a moment then shrugged.<span style="color: #00b300">"No wars means I can settle down and enjoy my life instead of worrying about being cannon fodder. How about that meal? It's generally considered polite to feed a woman before you plow her into the ground."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>