<span style="color: #ffff00">"you are welcome."</span>she smiled and then vanished.<span style="color: #0000ff"> "i know precisely how Ras cooks, i was just at his wedding and the food was amazing but we can look." </span>she helped him to the kitchen which was a smaller duplicate of Ras' right down to the pots and pans.<br/><br/>Jasmine looked at the pip for a moment before she took it and giggled.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"i was teasing you silly boy... i don't usually sunbathe around the population, i go to isolated beaches with whatever sister i can strongarm into going with... Valeen is stunning once pried out of her tin can."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #404040">"nothing really, i need to measure it as i rip so that i can pull it out to feed the kids. i won't be preserving it, i have a massive box that keeps itself perpetually frozen and freezes everything that gets put inside it very, very quickly. yes, my monstrous ancestors are dead and i do not mourn them... they sold me into slavery because i refused to torture slaves."</span>she jumped slightly and then laughed nervously.<span style="color: #404040">"that was disturbing... i... over one hundred of my children have been killed under varying circumstances that i was powerless to prevent... it has left me overprotective... possibly even paranoid but i don't care, i can't lose anymore children. Sharindia, if you're not busy i have met someone who could use your help."</span>she looked around and then smiled as the Highborne appeared and immediately scowled.<span style="color: #003366">"well this won't do. Ashia, can you fetch a chair for a very pregnant Elf?"</span>Ashia chuckled and nodded vanishing and returned with one of Ras' pool chairs and set it up for the mage who happily relaxed.<span style="color: #003366">"thank you Ashia."</span>she looked at Mischa and frowned curiously.<span style="color: #003366">"who are you?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>