Ashia nodded and then shrugged.<span style="color: #404040"> "your right, but my first Brood named themselves and so will these children."</span>she looked at Nail and shook her head.<span style="color: #404040">"i will think about it but right now this is where i need to be... with mortals my instincts don't kick in so i don't feel the need to be violent and establish dominance. my emotions are too volatile to trust myself around our kind just ask Spite's nose. Miriam owes me more then one apology, she has made me mistrust myself around you and the others because i damn near ripped her head off... and i don't want to feel that way."</span>she rolled her eyes at Vyre.<span style="color: #404040">"and you look like your mother, should i assume you are a frail mage who can't lift a basket of fruit?"</span>Ana giggled a little and then stifled it and went back to stirring her kettle intently.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>