Ophidian growled angrily and appeared in front of Nyarien looming over her.<span style="color: #ff8000">"you ask me to help her, then you try to tie my hands behind my back and when i protest you smash things and throw them at me to stomp off like a child? i am not some lowly male that you can abuse Nyarien. i will expect an apology when you have calmed down."</span>he slid out of her way and then shook his head as he cut the link once she was out of the room and subject to the noise cancelling of the halls to insure the sleeping women were undisturbed by any shouted reply he would still hear.<br/><br/>Isabell grinned again and shook her head.<span style="color: #663300">"i don't like even... as i said, i am naturally dominant, i want to be ahead in the teasing."</span>she watched her and smiled, her device giving a receiving chirp.<span style="color: #663300">"my coat?"</span>she grinned a little and slowly sat up as she recovered from the striptease.<span style="color: #663300"> "maybe all i will wear is the coat and fly up to perch on your window sill... the buttons are so far apart you might catch a glimpse of something special while i stretched, resting just behind a pane of glass before i flew off into the night again."</span>she grinned teasingly before she shook her head and cleared her throat.<span style="color: #663300">"we really should stop tormenting each other before this gets out of hand... you have the answer you came for."</span>she stood up and stretched, her dress hiking up a few inches before she settled.<span style="color: #663300">"i am going to go change my underwear, you may not mind teasing Jass but i respect him too much. you can either wait here or head out the backdoor where he has been waiting for us incredibly patiently."</span>she looked at Rayne and smiled brightly before she headed off to change.<br/><br/>Order looked at the weapon and frowned before rolling her eyes.<span style="color: #ffff00">"yeah, except if Machinist pulls that trigger i have to throw my daughter in law in a black hole and i really don't want to fucking do that... i want her to have a happy life with my son... i just want my children to be happy and to curl up with my Elf, is that so much to ask?"</span><br/><span style="color: #808080"><br/>
Vyre would be awoken by a slight cramp in her lower body and somehow she knew what it meant. it was time to lay her egg and she was woefully without a nest for it. her feral edge growled for a proper stone nest to hold her egg upright as it needed but the other side told her a spare blanket, properly arranged would do the job just fine. in the mean time Ashia had come to collect Vyre and Ana sometime while she was passed and returned them both to their proper bed. unlike before Ashia wasn't holding her in a death grip, the Dragonling laying on her back with one hand under Vyre's side so all she had to do was climb over Ana to get free to tend to the sudden aching need of her instincts. </span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>