<span style="color: #ff0000">"That would be nice, they hurt and I can't milk them myself." </span>She nodded and frowned when Sharindia froze the kitchen.<span style="color: #ff0000">"Why would I mention my mother? We have nothing in common and I care little for her. I will be as polite as he is to me. Then I will talk to her instead of Ophidian, I'm sure she's more intelligent and would be more willing to understand why I shouldn't raise my son." </span>She shook her head before sighed and folded her arms.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "I'm not worried about a mindless zealot harming me, I don't want to fight him, I want to get rid of my son." </span>There was a shimmer of energy before a tiny golden globe of The'kal's energy appeared between them.<span style="color: #666600">"What's this now about killing children? Someone wants their ass kicked?" </span><span style="color: #ff0000">"I want my son gone, I can't love him or care for him."</span><span style="color: #666600">"What if I gave you a daughter instead? You'd have to lay it again, but that should be trouble for a hardened warrior like yourself."</span><span style="color: #ff0000">"That would be better. But I want to see if Kitori and her male will adopt him."</span><span style="color: #666600">"They already have two and a third on the way... That wouldn't be the case but Elune is so fucking particular she doesn't even want me to sterilize Ophidian." </span>The goddess sounded just as annoyed as she did exhausted.<br/><br/><span style="color: #336600">"Then it's settled, we'll become priests again and lend our aid wherever it's needed. As a team."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>