Da'raki pushed against his mother and nodded.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "I'm fine, I'm fine." </span>When the automated unit appeared he jumped and would have fallen on his ass if his mother wasn't holding him.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "She what? Why... No, that's a good thing. I'm glad she's free now."</span>He took the amulet and smiled sadly at it.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "I'm glad you're free and I hope you find happiness. Give yourself a pretty name for me." </span>He put the amulet on and let out a soft sigh.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"No, I'm alright. Thank you for delivering this."</span><br/><br/>"Then you'll get a new bathing suit. A brand new, one of one, special edition that nobody else will ever be able to replicate. And it'll be made by yours truly. I can't change all of the sea but I think I can still work some magic for you. A boat, hm? I'll see what I can do. Maybe a nice houseboat for us to runaway to and hide out for a little while."<br/><br/>Mischa looked around the hunting grounds when they teleported and nodded to Ashia. She moved away from Ashia and returned to her true form to stretch out all of her muscles.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Oh, this feels so good... I've missed this. Mmm, what to eat though? So many things to choose from. Wyrmrest? Bah, no better than mortal politicians the lot of them. Pandering and plotting, never acting unless it's to enforce their control over others. Like you, you say? I am something of a curious mind, what is it like being a small dragon? Dragonling sounds so silly and you have the heart and mind of a dragon. So I still count you among our number."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>