Ashia frowned at Miriam before she sighed quietly.<span style="color: #404040">"The'kal is gone, exiled and imprisoned by Order and with her gone so are the powers i was just starting to explore. with that in mind i do intend to find someone to make beds for you and all the other adult Dragonlings but that will take time and i am a little too hung over to be dealing with mortals and their racist shit. i do care but not enough to murder someone because i am having a bad week and they say something horrible."</span><br/><br/>Inaara shook off the effects before she looked at Spite with a smirk.<span style="color: #a64dff">"how is it abandoning her? she needed you when she was crippled, but she is fine now, in fact she is thriving. you deserve to be happy as well, which is why i think you should have a home of your own and distance is a none issue when you can teleport so you can always visit your adopted mother. i wasn't mocking you for enjoying his scent, i was offering to introduce you to him when the time was right and telling you a little about him."</span>she brushed her robe off and shook her head.<span style="color: #a64dff">"why are we on the roof?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>