Ras frowned and stopped to think about his own hair. “I… I really don’t mind her playing with my hair, or any of my children actually. Amber loves to braid it for me.” He nodded at Inaara. “I get it every now and then.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">“No, I’ll try to talk them down and see if I can use this as an opportunity to improve my social skills. If things don’t go well I’ll have you fix it.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #006666">“Nope. Insulting yourself will get terrible and truly horrific punishments levied your way. I may have made you cry but that needed to be said.” </span>He smiled at her and headed out of the room and down the hallway. The interior was truly beautiful, a carefully selected mix of light and dark woods used to create a very refined and elegant look to the building. He lead her into a small dining hall where a freshly grilled fish was waiting for her beside a still warm loaf of fresh baked bread.<span style="color: #006666">“There you go, enjoy.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>