Da'raki nodded as he followed his mother but let out a yelp and clutched his chest with a glowing hand when his link to his dragon was severed.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"What... Oh, fuck, what was that." </span>He leaned against the wall and hissed softly before forcing himself to continue on.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"It feels like something was just ripped out of me, or something snapped and came back and hit me."</span><br/><br/>"Oh, even if there was a hurry I know you wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon. Don't worry. Are you sure you're that confident? I might have to knock your ego down a peg if your bathing suit is lacking... or worse, I might have to design one myself, I am a tailor after all. I might be able to make something even sexier for you. I turned this land into a winery, I can turn that beach into whatever your heart desires. All you need to do is ask."<br/><br/>Mischa looked down at her hands and blew on them, causing an amulet to appear which she handed to the unit.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Can you see that this is delivered to Da'raki? He is no longer my master but he is still a dear friend and one that can call on me whenever he needs me."</span>She leaned against Ashia for support when the link was broken and stayed there until her head cleared up.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"I would like to eat now. I have much and more to do with my newfound freedom. If this is a new timeline I wonder if a version of me exists here too. I would like to meet myself and my old mate if he still lives."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>