While Crimzon always moved with purpose, when she approached Tyrande she unusually timid.<span style="color: #b30000"> "High Priestess, I... Wanted to ask if I- I would like to spend more time with you... Personal time."</span><br/><br/>The'kal flinched and struggled to find her words. The goddess and the usually immovable Taunka bodyguard who never left the mayor's side both jumped when the heavily pregnant reached across the table and punched The'kal.<span style="color: #ff0000">"She fucking raped these women in her sleep and all you can do is look away and feel bad?"</span>The Taunka placed one hand on the mayor's belly and gently pushed her back into her seat.<span style="color: #ff0000">"And you, Ashia, you better fucking hit her too! You were asleep, there was nothing anyone could do to wake you and you fucked them until you dropped dead." </span>Ashia would see smoke coming from the ends of the mayor's hair as she yelled at them, apparently a fire mage by trade. "Technically they were all willing, they probably didn't mean for it to happen when it did." The alchemist nodded to the matching bracelet all of Ashia's broodmares wear signaling their willingness to be impregnated. "And mayor, with all due respect. You are in labor, you really should be at home preparing to deliver your baby and not here worrying about the logistics of a self-sustaining village." The mayor's hair literally burst into flames and she started to stand up, but once again the Taunka pushed her back into her chair and shushed her.<br/><br/>Vyre growled deeply and held Anna tight until she broke the kiss.<span style="color: #5900b3">"Better."</span>She sat up a little and rubbed her egg.<span style="color: #5900b3">"My daughter with Ras? These timelines are torturous... Very well, get me a robe and then take me to meet her." </span>She pulled Anna into another kiss then slid out of bed with a stretch.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>