Nyarien narrowed her eyes and let out a low hiss.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "Your mistress is my mother, my grandmother and I have come to deal with her. I'm not going to hurt my mother's pet, come with me, we're just going into the living room to talk."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600">"Because I fucked up with Ashia again... And now this and... I need to explain to Ashia that she's not getting an entire brood at once because the world can't handle such an explosion in population. I care about the mortals, I love them all, and I hate having to force them to do anything. This is why I need you, I can't keep doing this on my own. I cause too much trouble when all I want to do is help." </span><span style="color: #006600">"Well you could start by only helping when you're asked. Everyone in the family knows you'll respond when we call for you, but we don't always need the assistance of a god. I'm not saying to ignore the obvious disaster like Elune, but just be more conservative with your help and your powers."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>