<span style="color: #b30000">"isn't there? the dead will still be dead, my mother has already mourned, the fires of vengeance have been drowned by tears and the reasons why won't change anything now."</span><br/><br/>Karrie would feel a new emotion kindling inside Ashia, all of the Dragonling's rage, loss and hate having crystalized into wrath.<span style="color: #404040">"i tried looking at it that way the first time, it's not cute a second time."</span>she caught Chiren and immediately calmed down somewhat but it was clear that emotionally the Dragonling matriarch was not even remotely recovered.<span style="color: #404040">"we need to talk my sweet."</span>the boy chirped back and then giggled a little while Ashia looked at Karrie.<span style="color: #404040"> "i am careful with them all... but such jokes stopped being funny eighty lost children ago."</span>she vanished a moment later and Rachel sighed as she slowly released Ana.<span style="color: #0000ff">"lets not destroy our son's peace by fighting with his progenitor okay? if she wants to visit once or twice a year it's a small price to pay for all the joy he has already brought us."</span><br/><br/>Ashia appeared in the village with Chiren and shook her head.<span style="color: #404040">"okay sweety, you need to learn something. not every woman is your momma. in fact only Emily and i are your mothers, no one else. and you have no papa at all." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>