Nyarien kept one scale for herself and waved it teasingly.<span style="color: red">"A trophy since I can't have an egg."  </span>She moved out of the way for Ashia to dry herself off and nodded.<span style="color: red">"I ate yesterday, I'll be fine for a few more days. I'm not nearly active enough to get away with eating more than a few times a week. Go enjoy your meal, if I see you again great, if not I'm sure I could get something nice for this scale. I'm sure The'kal would be willing to trade for it."</span><br/><br/>Ras looked up from Amere's lap where he was resting his head and let out a soft sigh. After a moment he stood up stood up and got between the boy and the harpy. He shook his head and snapped the head off the arrow then folded his arms. "How about we make a trade, my pet needs food, and you want to... prove to your village that you're useful, I'm assuming. Well here, you need it more, but I expect you to pay my pet back one day. This is her dinner you're taking." He picked up the bird and handed it to the boy. "And you." He turned to the harpy. "It's easier to just give children what they want, but I'm not mad and you do need food so come with me." He picked up the nightsaber by the back of its neck and dropped it on the kitchen counter. "Saber flanks are quite good if seasoned properly." With a dark grin he flashed a butcher's knife, but instead he offered the cat a small piece of kodo flank and gave the rest to the harpy. "There, now get your pet and go home before I really do decide to eat it."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>