<span style="color: blue">"I figured walking around would be easier than it is, I think the last time I wore a dress I was still a child. It's always been pants or nothing at all since I joined the sentinels. You think everything looks good on me though, not that I'm complaining, I like the attention."</span>She followed close behind him and looked around the room as they entered.<span style="color: blue">"And the Troll in the middle, that's... she's Ras' newest conquest isn't she, can't remember her name though." </span>Vyre was on her side either out cold or too miserable to acknowledge them while Nyarien was wide awake. The smaller of the two Naga was sitting up with her son cradled in her upper arms while she focused intently on reading from a book and writing down something on a sheet a paper nearly as long as she was. She slowly pulled her attention from the book just long enough to nod to Ophidian.<span style="color: red">"Hello... Ophidian. These dry skin languages are so... primitive, and this 'Thalassian' is a bastardization of a once beautiful language. I had the walking cow-thing take me to the library for books, it was quite... awkward due to the language barrier, even more so when I needed to start lactating for my son. She didn't seem to appreciate me grabbing her utters and milking them, I found it quite humorous when she mooed."</span>The was silent for several more minutes as she finished the page she was working on before slowly moving off the bed and making her way over to them.<span style="color: red"> "And to what do I owe this visit?" </span>If she seen or even noticed Kitori it wasn't at all obvious.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>