Once Order sat down she leaned against her with a smile.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Yes, other than the Seraphim."</span>She looked at the new creatures excitedly but the last one seemed to make her uncomfortable.<span style="color: #4da6ff"> "Fly in... so they swim? They're like... I've heard them mentioned before. A hunter had one, they waddle around, they're black and white like they're wearing little tuxedos. Pan... pan... gin? Really? So they're not cursed anymore? So I would be safe to meet one..." </span>Order could practically hear the gears turning in the Elf's mind as she looked between the harpy and the seraphim.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Why can't you recreate them and their world? It seems like there's no limit to your power."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>