<span style="color: #b3b300">“You can still help them. I won’t help because I don’t agree with it, but I also won’t try to hinder your efforts either.” </span>She nodded and let out a sigh.<span style="color: #b3b300"> “I have been trying. My efforts have been… not very successful. I’m glad you’re going to be able to save the Seraphim.”</span><br/><br/>Vyre frowned and sat down with Ashia. The smell of charred meat quickly drew the attention of the hatchlings who chirped around Ashia’s feet and tail.<span style="color: #5900b3">“I don’t think it’s fair to give that ultimatum to infants, especially the ones that can’t talk and wouldn’t understand why you didn’t want them around anymore. But I actually thought you had already cut Ras out of your life and only dealt with him when it involved the children? Before the curse I thought things were finally neutral between you two.”</span>She sighed softly and leaned back in her chair.<span style="color: #5900b3"> “You know I still love him dearly. And I can never truly cut him out of my life. But I know you and Ana are better for me than he is.” </span>Her spear appeared laying across the table and Vyre spun it so the shaft end was facing her.<span style="color: #5900b3">“Those rings and feathers are gifts from him. I’ve kept them since we first met. I’ll give you the honor of removing them, but I’ll want you to replace them with something meaningful for you.” </span>She scowled and shook her head.<span style="color: #5900b3">“Don’t you dare. Unless Order says you can kill don’t risk pissing her off when she’s already mad at you.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>