Kitori nodded but didn't seem convinced.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"You'll have to forgive my... Elven pride for not considering Nazja a real language."</span>Monia smiled and gave both children a soft kiss.<span style="color: #b30000">"She's already able to crawl around and Mydras can lift his body up. Seeing her slithering around like her daddy is going to be adorable beyond words." </span>The two women nodded and followed him into the dining room. This room was fairly basic, it had a switches with an image of a candle engraved them next to both doors. There was a large wood table with four chairs, two small baby seats that seemed designed for Syrenka and Mydras, and a large rack for Ophidian to lean against while eating at the head of the table.<span style="color: #4d4dff"> "What are these?" </span>Kitori poked a switch and jumped when all of the lights in the room turned on then off when she poked it again.<span style="color: #b30000">"Oh, fancy."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>