<span style="color: #ffff00">"you keep saying that things will work out but they won't. what i had, what i treasured and cherished is gone. even if you manage to arrange whatever dream scenario you have in your mind... even if whatever you manage is better i still lost what i had. the peaceful anonymity that was my only comfort for over half of my life as i remember it was stolen from me because i showed mercy to someone i knew better then to trust and as expected she betrayed my trust. i have to endure that loss for the rest of time but I'm supposed to feel bad because she is unworthy to mate with a Seraphim and spread her corrupted genes?"</span><br/><br/>Salterria was much more lithe then Ashia's powerfully built frame, more sleek and agile then strong.<span style="color: #b30000">"talking now doesn't mean you won't arrest or attack me later."</span>she slowly looked back at him with a faint frown.<span style="color: #b30000">"the last person to tell me i was safe poisoned me and the one before that threw me out on the streets... a Dragon does not ask for help or protection. but if you mean it, thank you." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>