Morah returned the kiss with a smile, wrapping her arms around Nalo.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"oh there are so many more happinesses to be attained... a home, children, grandchildren, in that order."</span>she squeezed Nalo before her stomach rumbled in rebellion.<span style="color: #ffa64d">"now, i believe you still owe me a good dinner." </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0000b3">"i dont see The'kal hurting her for helping us with our child despite her fears. you do look good, now, put some clothes back on, your ass is very tempting and we both have alot of work to do to get things set up for our son... i also need dinner, and i have work tomorrow."</span><br/><br/>Sharindia giggled quietly and nodded.<span style="color: #003366">"i cant argue with that, she is a delight to look at but she is far too docile for my tastes."</span>she looked around and shook her head.<span style="color: #003366"> "this doesnt look like Sentinels, its too... messy. their glaves rarely sever limbs but they are scattered about and severed too cleanly to be the work of animals."</span>she raised one hand and two halves of a Harpy wing bone floated up, obviously chewed on but the break was clearly from a blade of some kind.<span style="color: #003366">"and there are no broken arrows... how did they get them out of the air?" </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>