<span style="color: #b35900">"and i am still eating my supper so no, i will stay here and eat. i am sure the bed will be perfectly comfortable and i am still too young to use a pillow."</span>she looked at Nyaka and despite her toddler features she still had that disapproving mother look.<span style="color: #b35900"> "you think your so funny and clever... your lucky your cute with all that sass or i would make you lean down here so i could pop you in the mouth." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #5900b3">"yes, and not abusing you in any capacity is my main concern."</span>she grunted and then reached behind herself to lower Crimzon's arm to the small of her back then nestled against her and sipped the wine.<span style="color: #5900b3">"i miss the way the moons used to look... all silver and glowing. now they are blue and green and alive and nothing like what i am so very accustomed to."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #404040">"no, she wouldn't. at worst she would scold me and resurrect your attacker."</span>Inaara raised one brow and looked Vyre dead in the eyes.<span style="color: #8000ff">"Vyre, at the height of your power you can't keep me out of your head. right now your thoughts may as well be streaming across your forehead. i am also a very, very old priestess, i have seen every kind of wound imaginable and i know the difference. you have been literally beating yourself up over fighting with Order, fighting with Athena, hurting Anna and upsetting her father. so no, your not cutting yourself like a teenager, your beating and clawing yourself like a guilt wracked Elf with nails harder then steel." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>