<span style="color: #ffff00">"why? Delithia and the Harpies aren't afraid of you."</span><br/><br/>Ibara struggled in his grip, trying to break away.<span style="color: #b35900">"i don't want your help! go ahead, bring them, i will make sure no one will ever let him near me again, is that clear? i am not his mother and i never can be and i will put that idiotic notion to rest quite brutally."</span>she shoved him back and turned to walk off.<span style="color: #b35900">"my head is quite clear you arrogant prick." </span><br/><br/>Sharindia returned the kiss with a devious grin.<span style="color: #003366"> "i feel much the same my dear."</span>she nodded with a smirk.<span style="color: #003366">"probably, but Nyarien's pride wouldn't let her accept defeat and so the stupidity would continue... i prefer peace."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>