<span style="color: #8000ff">"These people are stupid but kind, except Order. But she's just a mindless tool that The'kal uses." </span>When Anna looked up Nyarien's son was looking at her intensly and reaching for her.<span style="color: #8000ff">"I don't know what we have to eat, mother? Why don't you make us a meal?"</span><br/><span style="color: #666600"><br/>
"Who are you talking about? I don't know of any Priestess in the city who fits that description. None that are alive, anyways." </span>Elerona shrugged and leaned back in her seat.<span style="color: #4da6ff">"Why should we care about cultural norms? Who is going to judge us here? I think you vastly overestimate how much mortals really care about power. Look at... Me and Flora, I don't fuck her because of her power, I do it because I love her and love spending time with her."</span><span style="color: #666600"> "And Ashia and I, she only uses my power for minor things. I think you'll be fine opening yourself up to this woman, if she ever abuses you I'll be there to defend you."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>