Miriam smirked and shook her head.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> "Nope, you are my mate and that means I get the blame you for every little thing that happens to me. Oh my bath is too cold? Ashia's fault. It's raining when I wanted to stretch my wings? Your fault. The sun is too bright? You guessed it, Ashia's fault. Maybe Nail's daughter will be fine, she does have that smoke always around her. Maybe it's like... I don't know, magic wings."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4dffff">"And am I the first blue dragon you've gone out of your way to annoy? Maybe I don't make threats and I just make promises. Being the victim of mortals with too much power has greatly diminished my tolerance for people who think they're free to act without consequences."</span>She looked at the meat again and sniffed it before taking a proper bite.<span style="color: #4dffff"> "I'm guessing Ashia's smoke wasn't used to prepare this then."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>