The spirit nodded after a moment and sat down to look over the image of her village.<span style="color: darkred">"I'll be fine here, but don't expect anyone to accept your claim over Ras. Even those who hate him would rather see him dead than with you."<br/>
</span><br/>Arlokk returned the kiss and nodded.<span style="color: darkgreen">"And I love you too."</span><br/><br/>Ras had his face buried in the bedding and slowly looked towards Amere. "I just had my body ripped from Darnassus to here and my spirit molested by a weak Loa in Elune's realm. A wyrmkin? The name doesn't ring a bell." A wave of light moved through his body and he slowly sat up. "I don't recall ever having sex with a wyrmkin, but worst case scenario I can make you a pair of boots from her hide." With a sigh he stood up and headed for the door, summoning his staff to lean on again. "The more I deal with Elune the more I regret having a relationship and child with her." Singe was still sitting beside the couch though she had dozed off while her daughter was outside chasing Eru, the half-breed chasing after the harpy with playful growls. When Ras limped downstairs he looked at Singe with a tilted head before moving over to pull back her hood, an action that made her jump awake and tear off his arm with a roar. She turned away and pulled her hood back in place while Ras let out an annoyed sigh and took his arm back to reattach it.<span style="color: red"> "Who... Ras!?"</span>He smacked her over the head with his staff and walked over to his chair. "Vel. I was hoping you were dead."<span style="color: red">"You know I'm hardier than that, even you couldn't wear me out when you were in your prime. Your daughter on the other hand has been a real challenge."</span>Ras scowled at her and the Wyrmkin grinned wide.<span style="color: red">"Come now, Ro-Ro, is that any way to treat an old flame? You have a daughter to meet, so put on a smile and pretend you're happy to see me." </span>The Wyrmkin moved over to Ras and pulled him into her arms and a tight hug, uncaring of his bad mood. "Call me Ro-Ro again and you're getting turned into a pair of boots."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>