When Vhal touched the images they waved and spoke their names.<span style="color: #666600">"You needn't worry, Amere is a talented seamstress, Sharindia and Elune can simply conjure new clothing, and Ras would be happy to take you and your sisters shopping with Amere. You'll be loved and cherished as you deserve."<br/>
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"Next time I'll just swap your body with Vestla's." </span>She stuck her tongue at him teasingly. The next fruit had a much nicer and floral scent to it when plucked and the milk sloshed around audibly<span style="color: #666600">. "My goal was to create something that would grow in otherwise inhospitable landscapes so nobody would ever have to starve but I couldn't make it edible. Endless power, infinite potential, limited only by my own short comings."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"I'm her priestess, I channel her power like you channel the arcane. But I'm less prone to... Inconveniences. I used to be almost as tall as an Elf. I can create anything you need, just lead the way and tell me where you want it."</span>She looked away and frowned quite deeply<span style="color: #b30000">. "And you're going to need two cribs... Apparently she's getting a little carried away."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>