Sharindia blinked before cursing a blue streak in ancient Elven but relaxed slowly.<span style="color: darkslateblue">"she didnt get enough of a feel of me to figure out what i do, she reads so much more then feelings... she is only conscious of the feelings she picks up from people but in time she will learn to decipher the powers people have and what they have done with them. and yes im already working on a way to help her control her abilities."</span><br/><br/>Morah smiled a little and shook her head.<span style="color: sandybrown"> "no offense but sexually i find Elves rather... ugly. so scrawny, no horns, no tail. yes i am but go ahead and ask, im used to discussing it these days. this is my garden, i planted and nurtured everything here, the life surrounding me calms and soothes me after a hard week."</span>she smiled a little and nodded.<span style="color: sandybrown">"perhaps, lately you havent put anyone in my care so there is hope for that."</span>she gave Vyre a stern expression for a moment.<span style="color: sandybrown">"i may be a healer but if my skills were only ever needed for accidents i would be a much happier person." </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>