<span style="color: olive">"I dunno, you managed to get through my son's aversion to Elves, make him love you, get him to trust you enough to carry his son, and you treated me like an actual person. She's treated me like dirt every time we've crossed paths, the reason Ibara's womb be barren, and considered an enemy by most of the city."</span>Vyre sighed softly and started to walk away from The'kal but the Troll grabbed her and pulled her back.<span style="color: olive">"Ya mom says you're tryin' to change, I'm going to go against my better judgement an' give you a second chance." </span>She handed the High Borne a box and smiled softly.<span style="color: olive"> "If dat don't make Ibara see stars den the problem be wit you."</span>Vyre nodded a bit and returned to her mother's side, holding the box against her chest.<span style="color: olive">"'ppreciate de offer but wit dese simple enchants I'm able to give customers what dey need while keeping my goods affordable. Vyre, ah'm sure I don't need to tell you dis but I'd avoid any sexual contact wit men for a couple months."</span><span style="color: purple">"Why?" </span><span style="color: olive">"You ain't just horny, you're going through what could best be described as a heat. Ain't even seen de most feral of Elves go through it so it's confusin' to see a Highborne do it."</span><span style="color: purple">"I guess that would explain the dream involving Ras..." </span>The'kal moved over to Sharindia and smiled up at her.<span style="color: olive">"Ah guess you have a history wit leather?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>